In this dark and gloomy hell, devoid of light and life, a whipping sound could be heard.

Where that whipping sound came from, there were two celestial beings who, except for their corrupted and hideous features, closely resembled what was known as humans.

One of them laid on floor whimpering and it could be seen from its damaged body that it was close to falling apart.

The other, a few heads taller, clad in a creepy red armor with a strange sigil of an ouroboros printed on it, was whipping with glee and reckless abandon with a whip that didn't look so ordinary.

The one lying on the floor then managed to say with difficulty, "Gi...give m..me another ch..chance. I...I promise...I will succeed this ti...time."

The red armored being then said, "It's not my fault that you lost your touch, Azel. Since when do you let a human fill your head with heresy. This pain you're feeling should be enough to override your feelings of betrayal and bring you back to the right mindset."

"I want you to go back and make him fall from grace before he dies and ascends. And this time I will not tolerate any failure." He continued.

"You...you don't understand. He's n...not a normal...hu...human anymore. He's a...S..." Azel then fainted before he could finish his words.

"A what?" The red armored being then increased the strength he used to whip. Three or four whips away, Azel was awakened due to the pain without any strength to even scream no matter how he wished for it.

"He's...he's a... Saint!" Azel said with the little breath he had as his eyes rolled again and fainted for the second time, leaving his torturer to fend for himself with the shocking information.