[b][center]Aeternus, outside the Speakeasy[/center][/b]

Both Selena and her phone angel were about ready to depart. That minotaur was quite bothersome with his sentient fire and it was clear to both of them that the human hunter had come underprepared. For her punishment Selena thought it would be the usual: A long corporate meeting on why going into the hotel alone and without a clear plan for escape was a very bad idea and how she could have died if her guardian was not there in a 90s Nokia, all stuff she knew but that she had disregarded just to have some fun with the local demon hotspot.

Things would not be so simple however.

The lights suddenly shut off for a brief moment, darkness enveloping Selena and her electro-mechanical holy power relay. She would have been left quite literally in the dark were it not for the flashlight the device had installed. “This reminds me of my neighborhood.” She said, looking around the bottom of the city and seeing chaos begin to develop. Selena readied her machete again, shifting the phone’s light into the infrared to not be seen and instead used her eye’s infrared vision mode. After attaching it to her chest she prepared to leave again the way she came in, but before she could she heard, or rather felt, a very peculiar entering into the city. Somewhere in a foul fountain a good distance away someone had entered from Aeternus, in a very unorthodox way too. Such an access point would be quite desirable if she could extract it.

Wasting no time the young hunter went to the location, waiting a little bit for a demon in a motorcycle to come by. The fat orange demon exited the speakeasy once again, his wounds sealed and his tie and suit redone. “Pesky hunters, can’t have a nice evening out without being gutted by one.” He huffed, getting ready to depart before being grabbed and thrown forwards. “Waitwaitwa- AA-” The demon screamed and wailed as he was once again chopped to bits by the chain of an oncoming demon. The hunter had used the stranger again to block an incoming hell chain, using the extended weapon and running over it to get to the bike and then throw off the rider. “Fuck off.” She said, watching in the rear view mirror of her motorcycle how the rider that stole her motorcycle rolled on the ground and then got split in half after striking a light pole. Now ready, she accelerated to the fountain and once she arrived descended from her bike. “Who are you all?” She asked the group that had formed around the fountain from a distance, raising her voice slightly.

[b][center]Two World Trade Center, Heaven[/center][/b]

As all large hierarchical structures did, Heaven had its own bureaucratic centers dedicated to dealing with whatever paperwork an infinitely large domain produced. Many of the buildings were reused from old destroyed human ones to reduce costs and also to bring an air of familiarity to all humans who perished and went up from their good deeds, repenting, breaking the karmic cycle, among other things. This small subdivision was transferred from Earth not too long ago, a little bit before Spain was obliterated and a large number of devout white collar workers got transferred to the new vacant buildings that began to pop up all around the place. 

Instead of getting a nice apartment in Barcelona or the hanging gardens of Babylon, this angel was assigned to the south tower. This commercial center served as the largest on Earth at some point in the past, with unimaginable office space ready to be filled by an equally endless supply of bureaucrats ready to do some paperwork. Known by a more human name, Ilaria, she was gifted with technological abilities that would allow her to excel in Excel, make the best coffee machine possible from her feathers, and also keep the electricity bill low by powering her own electronics. Her current job was to supervise one of the many human agents heaven employed irregularly to gather demonic data to then analyze for a more efficient day of judgment. However, the person she was supervising decided that perhaps things were far too easy for her assigned angel and had ventured unprepared into Aeternus.

Sighing, she got up, placing her halo on top of her head and finishing her coffee before taking the elevator down to the bottom floor. As much as she loved to drive, this was no time to take it slow and so she instead flew to the gates, passing through many strategically positioned portals until she was at the Earth-Heaven checkpoint. Walking forwards, she looked up to the demon running the checkpoint and spoke: “Excuse me, may I go through?” And then waited for him to either give her the go ahead or to complicate things, expecting the latter more than the former. Appearance wise she was human shaped, 6’7”, clearly female with soft skin, ink black hair, golden irises, paper white skin, and eyebags fitting of a dot com bubble era office worker. She also had a regalia fitting of a powerful angel: A white shirt, black tie, black trousers and white sneakers.