The little angel walks through the open door and into a dimly-lit cavern.


Up above, a giant, twisted looking angel with horns of slate appears lurking in the crags. The Bastard.



YOU.







You think you can fucking LEAVE.
CRAWL OUT OF THIS SHIT?



She turns and runs away.



You're an IDIOT.



THERE IS NOTHING BUT THIS.
BUT PAIN AND SUFFERING AND DEATH
AND THE RENDING OF FLESH AND THE
GRINDING
OF STEEL AGAINST BONES



The Bastard gives chase, flying above the fleeing angel.



You RUN.
Because you think there's SOMETHING BETTER out there.
For you.
FOR US.



The Bastard swoops down and catches the angel in his claws.


FUCK.
YOU.