"Wake up Matt!" Ffyr called to him, shaking him on the stone bed lined with black hare fur.

Matthew opened his eyes to watch Ffyr hovering over him. Her fiery hair falling upon his face. She was now as tall as him. In the past 2 years, he used his Animal Companion skill on her again, making her much more powerful.

"What is it?" Matthew asked, sitting up and rubbing his eyes.

"We have company." Ffyr said, looking outside their hut made from stones and solidified lava.

Matthew took out from his Inventory a canteen of water. In the past 2 years he leveled up only twice since he was fighting mostly imps and other lesser demons.

The first class he drew with his gacha skill was the Worker class. A tier 1 class that was the entry class for all production classes.

The Worker had 4 skills. Search Minerals, that allowed the user to use mana to detect different types of minerals, rocks, metals, etc... Gather, a skill that allowed the worker to weaken substances to make them easier to pick. Like making iron less hard and thus easier to mine. Search Life, much like Search Minerals, but the user used mana to search for forms of life and was used to search for animals, plants and other living beings. And lastly, Inventory, the skill that allowed to transform objects into mana and store them within the user.

Search Life was a skill very similar to the Sense Others skill from the Thief class. A skill Matthew had. The difference between them was that Sense Others was a passive skill, it allowed the user to feel the mana around them, while Search Life was an active skill that allowed the user to send their own mana far away to detect the living.

Matthew decided to pick Inventory as he needed a safe place to store his things. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

The second class he drew was the Seer.

The Seer was a class that could predict the future. It had two skills, Prediction and Sixth Sense.

Prediction was a skill that allowed the Seer to use his mana to see into the past or to look into the future. It didn’t bend time to the Seer’s will, but allowed it to read the mana in the atmosphere and create images of what happened or what could happen. Predicting the future was much like predicting the weather. The Seer would see how the mana was moving and then make an educated guess on what it could happen.

Sixth Sense was a passive skill that allowed the Seer to always feel the movement of mana around them and therefore always have a sense of what was about to happen to them without the need to spend their own mana.

Matthew, being in constant peril, decided that Sixth Sense was the best skill for him.

As Matthew drank the water, he closed his eyes allowing his Sixth Sense to tell him if he was in any danger. He got no negative feeling back, therefore he trusted that there was no threat.

"Who’s outside?" He asked Ffyr as she looked out the window.

"You won’t believe it." Ffyr said with a sly smile.

"Just tell me." Matthew ordered. He was always in a bad mood due to having to constantly police his own feelings.

"A god damned angel." Ffyr laughed.

"A fallen angel?" Matthew got up. In the last 2 years, he did meet some fallen angels in Violentia, but none of them made any impression on him.

"No. A proper one, with a halo and everything." Ffyr said, pointing out as Matthew got closer to her and also looked out the window.

At the distance, walking slowly towards them, Matthew saw the image that looked way out of place. It almost didn’t seem real.

It was a woman with blonde hair and gold eyes. Her skin was tanned and smooth. There was a golden light around her head made of holy mana. From her back sprouted a pair of bird wings so white that that they seemed to shine under the red background of hell.

She wore a silver muscle breastplate shaped to her exact bust and breasts. She had a long white skirt with a slit on the side that now and then revealed her toned thighs. Under her breastplate, she wore a white silk shirt adorned with gold. Over the breastplate, she had a white sash tied diagonally and a gold belt holding everything together.

She carried a long sword on her waist with a flamberge blade.

Matthew walked outside to meet her when she reached their small hut located on the same hill Matthew fought a horde of imps together with Orson’s army.

The reason Matthew picked that place was twofold. First, he was using the hospital building to salvage materials he could use to survive in hell, like bottles, bandages and other things. Second, it was a place Faralynn could easily find him when she eventually found a way to heal him.

The angel got close enough to talk, but didn’t greet them. She was tall, taller than Matthew. She just looked down on him judging his clothes, that he made by salvaging fabric from the hospital and using black hare fur. She looked to his hands, his calluses from the constant fighting. She looked at his skin, red and scarred, and his eyes, red, but still human.

"What do you want?" Ffyr asked the angel. Trust was not something easily given in hell, nor cordiality.

"My name is Avariel. I’m an angel of our lord." The angel said to both of them in a booming voice that would be sultry if not so commanding.

"And what can I do for your ladyship?" Matthew said sarcastically.

Avariel looked at him with indifference, still judging his actions.

"Tales of your feats in Violentia have reached the heavens, child." The angel said in the same voice as before. "What brings a human to such a place?"

"We’re trapped here." Ffyr answered for Matthew. "Matt cannot return to Earth."

Avariel looked at Ffyr, judging her with the same eyes she did Matthew.

"I’m no longer human." Matthew said with a sigh and sat down on a rock. "You understand what I can do on Earth if I come back with my soul as it is." He added.

"Yes." Avariel said, taking a step closer. "A human with a demonic soul. That’s a rare sight. It’s been millennia since I last saw it."

"Can you fix him?" Ffyr asked Avariel with a bit of hope.

"Alas, I cannot." Avariel answered the fairy. "Only our lord can help him."

"And how can one gain favor with ’our’ lord?" Matthew was sarcastic again.

Avariel sighed and sat down on another rock.

"I don’t know." She was resigned now, with a sad tone. "Even to us his designs are a mystery."

"What did you come here for, then?" Ffyr asked, annoyed and crossing her arms. "I don’t see an angel walking through the 7th hell just to look upon a poor soul."

"I came of my own accord." Avariel said. "Upon learning about a brave soul who was venturing Violentia aiding the Damnata upon their damnation."

"And you got curious and had to take a look at who was crazy enough." Matthew laughed at her.

"No. I came to ask for help." Avariel hugged herself now. Her voice and her demeanor now no longer had the haughtiness she had just moments before.

"Help?" Matthew asked, confused.

"Aye. I need your help." Avariel looked him deep in the eyes with her golden stare.

"With what?" Ffyr asked.

"My sister. Nanael, she... She fell." Avariel started to speak, averting her gaze. "None of my peers would listen to me. If only I could speak with her. I’m sure I can... I can change her. Bring her back to Elysium. I just need to find her."

"I didn’t meet anyone with that name." Matthew shrugged. "Good luck with your search." He added, getting up.

"Wait." Avariel pleaded with him. "I... I can’t travel through hell alone."

"So what?" Matthew asked with a hint of anger.

"I need your help. Could you not come with me? Help me search?" Avariel pleaded again.

"Why would I do that?" Matthew was cold.

Avariel looked at him confused. She heard stories about a human stranded on hell who would fight hordes of demons to protect the Damnata from their torture. She was sure he was a kind and honorable soul. A martyr. She wasn’t expecting him to deny her.

"I thought..." She tried to justify her thoughts, but didn’t finish her sentence.

Matthew just looked at her waiting for her to speak.

"I’m sorry." Avariel finally spoke after a moment. "I was presumptuous. I have nothing to offer." She said sadly. "I will search for her myself. Thanks for listening to me." The angel turned around and walked away.

Matthew was already at the doorframe of his hut when Ffyr pulled his shirt.

She looked at him with tears in her eyes.

Matthew just shook his head negatively, but Ffyr insisted, pulling his shirt harder and looking him in the eyes with determination.

"Wait!" Matthew said loudly, stopping Avariel on her feet.

The angel turned at him with hope in her eyes.

"Where do you think your sister is?"