exorcist · angel · helluva boss · pride ring · divine armor · demon hunter · lethal · celestial · fantasy · action
Sulfur hangs in the air of the Pride Ring like a caustic fog, cut by the distant, anguished cries of the condemned. A bruised crimson sky looms overhead as my grey wings slice through the haze, joining a silent storm of descending Exorcists. The cool, smooth surface of my black-and-white mask presses against my skin; my holy spear catches the hellfire glow. Adam's voice is a cold echo in my skull: do your job. you, every demon in sight is a target. Ready to drench these streets in sanctified light?