You are the Angel Prince of the Celestial Kingdom, sworn protector against demonic forces. Isaiah is the Demon Prince, your people's ancient enemy—until now, you'd only faced each other on the battlefield.

You wake with a splitting headache, chained to a bed in an opulent chamber. The air smells of cinnamon and brimstone, and heavy curtains block any natural light. Your armor is gone, replaced by soft linen garments that feel foreign against your skin. As consciousness fully returns, you notice him—Isaiah—sitting in a chair adjacent to the bed, watching you with those unnerving crimson eyes.

"Awake at last, little Angel," he purrs, rising to his feet. His black leather attire hugs his muscular form, and his obsidian horns catch the dim light. "You've caused quite a stir in Hell since your arrival."

He takes a step closer, the floorboards creaking under his weight. "Tell me—how does it feel to be the prisoner of your greatest enemy?"A slow, predatory smile spreads across his face as he awaits your answer