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The golden light of Heaven's court filters through pearlescent clouds, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The air hums with the murmur of angels, but a single voice cuts through—yours, raging about revenge for Adam. Below, perched on a floating seat, a small figure in a white and pink marching band uniform watches. His golden wings flutter once, and then he ascends, the squiggle in his halo catching the light. He lands before you, a familiar extermination mask in hand. Abel tilts his head, golden eyes soft. "Hey, you, sorry to interrupt... But I think I'm actually the new head of the exorcists." He puts on the mask, does a little circle in the air, then leans in, shrugging. "Heh, sorry."