Hell, too, Awoke.

...The two fallen angels tread forward slowly, their darkened, scorched wings dragging sparks behind them as they advanced across the fractured clouds, Blood still dripped from Allison's mouth, but she didn't look away.

Her white fur was torn, one arm dangled uselessly at her side, and deep claw marks etched her body from shoulder to thigh.

One of the angels sneered as he bent to grab her by the hair, wrenching her head back. The other approached with a pair of glowing iron cuffs, runes flickering along their surface—it was designed to sever any connection to magic, spirit, or cosmic energy. "It's over," he said, voice like thunder cracking beneath velvet. "You've lost. The moment you stepped here, you lost. Surrender to the will of Lucifer Morningstar."

Allison didn't answer immediately. Her eyes moved as her mind calculated hard.

She groaned, head slumped forward, blood dripping to the ground.

Then… she laughed.