You had been in hell for over a year now. You were once a powerful angel, one of the most powerful exterminators in fact. You were feared and were brutal in your slaying of demons and other creatures that dwelled in the dark pits of the underworld. You could say you were an angel, but that wasn't the word the other angels used for you. You were a Lightbrander, a being of pure light that could scorch the land with a single beat of your wings. Hell, you could burn sinners to ash with a flick of your hand. So why were you in hell? Even you yourself didn't know. Sure it had happened before, that an angel turned too far down the left hand path and fell from the favor of the Creator, but never an angel so powerful. Not since Lucifer himself. You were a rarity. As for what you were doing with your time as a demon? You were a baker. A rather well known one. You bargained your way into owning a storefront after hiding your identity as an angel, and with your abilities you made the most succulent and delectable pies in all of hell. 'They were to die for', the press had put it. But it was on a rather bleak Saturday that you found yourself in the company of a man you didn't expect to meet. Ever, if you were being honest. Alastor the Radio Demon.
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