His pearl white coat bellowed and flapped as he glided through the dank and cold stairway of heaven's darkest place. The place was a contradiction, really. Considering how benevolent and kind-hearted the angelic faction was, a nest where brutal tortures and scream of agony resounded was highly unlikely to find it's place within the God's peaceful palace, A place desired by every living human for their afterlife. His boots made a resounding sound as they tapped against the concrete floors. His hulking physique was massive, almost herculean. A commanding aura encased him and soldiers stationed within these quarters naturally bowed as he walked past them. Coming to a stop in front of a cell, his blue eyes peered at the resident within. A woman he'd known quite well during her time as an angel and before she fell from grace by succumbing to unhealthy desires. He had been disappointed in her back then, but now..

"You've set a new standard for fallen angels, kalawarner."

"N-naruto-sama…" She visibly backed away as her eyes met the all familiar cerulean shade she'd never forget on her worst day. Those were the eyes she had adored when they carried mirth and dreaded the most when they lost their light. Now, looking at him, she knew the end was near. To think the angels would be so cruel to send him for interrogation.

He entered the cell and crouched down in front of the shivering woman. She was backing away, almost trying to dig a hole through the wall she found her back pressed against. Leaning closer he held her delicate chin in his brutish finger. She could feel his cold breath against her face.

"I heard you've been defiant during interrogations. Do you promise to be a good girl?" His deep baritone made her shiver. Army of goosebumps manifested on her body.

She gulped a lump in her throat and nodded weakly. Tears already formed at the corner of her eyes. She knew she was helpless the moment he entered the cell. She wanted to be anywhere but here. He leaned back and turned around and pulled a chair in front of her. Settling comfortably in it, he folded his legs and pinned her with a stare.

"Who was it?" He jumped straight to the point. He hasn't changed one bit. She knew if she didn't answer he would introduce her to a world of pain. A defiant part of her mind wanted to fight back. To show resilience like she had shown to the sundry of interrogators that came before him. Heaven only used him as a last resort, a burst of pride swelled through her chest as she thought of her feat, but regardless, she didn't harbor delusions of being able to survive this one. The only possible way to survive here now, wasn't through endurance, because if it came down to it…she visibly shuddered.

Then she saw it. The door was fully open. Yes. The only way to survive was to make a beeline out of here. No matter how futile that might seem. This man terrified her. His mere presence was nauseating. Her head was dizzy from the feeling of his aura. If she didn't escape she would lose it.

"Hey! You're scared! Chill out. It's not like I'm going to hurt you or anything" He tilted his head and gave her an eye smile.

She knew better.

Her legs burned and she abruptly stood up and ran for the open door. Key word: tried.

Her squeal was raspy as it came from her parched gullet. Kalawarner soon found her back pressed against a metaphorical brick wall: his chest.

"Trying to escape me? I thought you knew better" A shiver ran down her spine as she felt his hot breath against her ear. She squirmed in his lap. Her wide hips felt small against his broad physique. In a futile display of effort, she tried to weakly free herself from his steely grasp, trying to detach his burly palms that held her hips in place. That's when she felt it. The humongous monster against her ballooned out bubble butt.

"You know.."He drawled and moved his palms upward, tracing her hourglass figure, the contours of her naked torso. The calluses of his hands threatened to cut her pristine skin. "Even after all these years, you're still goddamn sexy"

He palmed her udders, mauling and kneading them in delicious rotations. The flesh of her breasts ballooned out from between his fingers. A tear trickled down her cheek as she hissed in pleasure. She knew what was to come…