Meanwhile, underneath the constructs of reality lied a blood red sky, shining blood red light on top of a blood red body, leaking blood red.

A demonic crow swooped down, landing right on a mutilated arm, it's intentions clear as the sky's color. A sickly snap could be heard, as the crow tugged on a cord of meat, snapping it like a rubber band, before chewing it with its unnaturally sharp teeth.

About a couple of feet away stood an Imp, holding a small AR, studying the dead body of a hellborn. As the Imp continued to examine poor soul who had been removed from existence, he took out a phone from his pocket, calling someone.

"Yeah?" A grouchy voice answered from the other side of the call.

"The smuggler's dead." The Imp responded.

"Wait! You actually killed him! Huh, maybe I shou-"

"I didn't kill him boss, he was already dead." The Imp responded, cutting the other voice off.

"That makes more sense. Your kind can't do shit...Other then well...shiting." The voice sighed, before the sound of a pencil scratching on paper could be heard from the phone call.

"Just stay there, and when the professionals come, get the fuck back to me! You got that?" The voice shouted in a tone of power.

"Yes." The Imp answered back.

"Yes what?" The voice asked, a threatening tone within it's voice.

"Ye-yes Sir!" The Imp sputtered, realizing how close to death he was.

"Good. I swear, Lucifer should have just killed all the im-"Beep". The call ended promptly, but not without the racist, genocidal comment.

The Imp let out a long sigh of relief, happy that his work was over. Before taking his leave, he took a quick look at the body once more, and noticed something shiny sticking out from the bloody corpse. Curiosity got the better of him, and he walked a little closer to the mutilated body.

"Shoo!" He shouted, scaring the crow away. Crouching down, the Imp placed his hand right into the warm body, feeling around before finally feeling something metallic. "Aha." Taking his hand out, his pulled out a small, shining blade, with no handle on it, coated with blood, and a sickly yellow substance as well, most likely from a ruptured organ.

An exterminator blade.

"Fuck! This shit can sell in the market!" He muttered to himself, already estimating the supposed profit. But soon, thoughts of killing those he dislike also arise.

"Hey!"

The Imp jumped, and instinctively hid the blade within his pocket, before turning around hastily towards the source of the loud, but ruggid voice. A shark sinner looked down upon him, his hight overshadowing the Imp by a massive degree. So much so, that the Imp was almost worried that he would be squashed in an instant.

"The fucks an Imp like you doing here?" The shark spoke, but his tone contained boredom, most likely a gang member of sorts.

The Imp immediately tried taking out something from his other pocket, only to be grabbed immediately by the shark sinner.

"Wait! Im just getting my ID! I work for the eldritches and I was sent here to try and find a smuggler!" The Imp responded as fast as he could, realizing his almost fatal mistake.

The shark seemed to believe the Imp, and wordlessly used his other had to search the pocket at which the Imp was trying to get to. A moment later, the shark sinner took out the Imps wallet, and opened it to try and find said card ID.

Another moment later, the shark dropped the Imp, and handed the wallet back over. Surprisingly, the Imp found no money, valuables, or anything else missing from his wallet, which was strange considering that this was hell, and he was an Imp.

"Get moving." Was the sharks final words before he began to turn around.

--/

"Charlie, we need to find another client." A white haired, moth demon told to a pink tuxedo wearing, almost human like demon.

"But shouldn't we focus on Angel first? He's already slowed down on his drugs!" Charlie exclaimed back, enthusiastic, yet with a hint of confusion in her words.

"Well he still needs to...but that's besides the point. We still need someone easier to redeem. You know, to try and prove to others that it is possible?" Vaggie explained, hoping that Her girlfriend would understand.

"You mean like...get someone who's fresh, and hasn't committed too many sins?" Charlie asked, prompting Vaggie to smile.

"Yeah!" But as soon as she said so, she frowned. "But I don't know how to get someone like that. People fall here all the time, but always at random."

The very moment that Vaggie finished her sentence, the blood red, dark gold traced room began to dim. Charlie immediately sighed, prompting Vaggie to wonder why Charlie's enthusiasm died so fast.

"Alastor." Charlie called out, not as a question, but as an order.

"Yes ladies?" Alastor said, standing right in-front of the couple as if he always stood there. Vaggie jumped suddenly, before opening her mouth to start cursing. But before she could, Charlie spoke first.

"Alastor, you heard what we said, so do you have a way to find the more...less sinning people?" Charlie questioned.

"Why yes, I'll just send some shadows around, pull a few favors, and I'll be able to get someone. But you'll have to be more specific. What kind of sin are you talking about that the person may have committed?"

"Suicide?" Vaggie commented, for once having a slightly normal conversation with the radio demon. "Like, suicide from depression?"

"Those don't came down here anymore." Alastor replied. Vaggie did not believe his answer, not in the slightest bit.

"Your lying!" She shouted. Alastor tiled his head, just slightly, along with his smile getting softer, indicating his annoyance, as well as confusion.

"How would lying benefit me in this situation?" Alastor questioned. "I have told the truth. I used to try and make deals with the very same people that you speak about, from the moment they fell. That stopped in 39, and I suppose that people are just more happy up there then in my time. I do believe the stock crash had ended." Alastor said, almost lost in his own thoughts. "But that doesn't explain why so many sinners fall everyday."

"That's not true! People still commit suicide, kids included! Maybe you just got bored of taking advantage such people!" Vaggie replied, pointing a finger directly at Alastor, as if to accuse him of something.

"Regardless, we should still try." Charlie inputed, trying to calm the situation down.

"Fine" was Vaggie's only answer.

--/

If there was one thing that humans liked to do, it was create. It didn't matter what they created, as long as it worked, or it entertained them.

Such was also the theory of whether God had given such a gift to them or not was still up for debate, but regardless, new creations changed the landscape.

Heaven was no exception to this.

Humans walked here and there, going about their day, separated from their angelic neighbors. Some had wings, while some didn't. A variety of shops littered the place, with each one having a unique identity to it.

While most shops were modern, and definitely from the 21st century, there were a few older shops that screamed early and middle 20th century. While it did seem like a cool idea in one's mind, it could also come off as sometimes hilarious.

For example, a blue ray(this is heaven, things are better there) store was located next to a old salon of sorts, most likely coming from the late 1870s. A combo so strange, that one could be reminded of a theme park. But then again, some do call heaven a theme park, so maybe God had intended for such wacky combos.

But that wasn't were the important stuff was going on. It was at the edge of town, in which a small postal building was located over there. A couple of angels could be seen quietly entering said building.

As soon as all the angels had entered, each one of them spotted a human worker who just happened to be distracted by his phone. His clothes and appearance resembled that of someone from the 21st century, Indicating that the man may have died about a year or 2 ago.

The worker continued to read his phone, unaware of his angel guests. It was only until a single ring sounded from a bell nearby, that the human immediately looked up to greet his guests.

"Helloooo..." As soon as his eyes made contact with the sight before him, he trailed off, confused, and not sure what exactly was going on.

Infront of him stood 5 angels to be exact. 2 were exterminators, staring at him with an unnerving stare as they both stood still. The 2 other angels were guardian angels, as supported by their human like faces, but without any imperfection or normal human skin. Instead, there skin was marble white, glowing. Unlike the 2 exterminators, the guardian angels looked around in curiosity, examining the simple design of the walls, and the neatly placed storage compartments, each having a simple identification slip attached to it.

And finally, the 5th and last angel appeared to be a seraphim, or something close to that. She wore a blue suit that appeared to be a generals suit, complimented by the 2 gold shoulder straps that were on her suit. However, her lower portion seemed to turn into a different suit, reminding the human of Aladdin's pants from the Disney movie.

Her face had an Aura of superiority. Her lips were black, slightly stretched into a smile that was boarding on being a smirk; her skin was marble white, just like the guardian angels, and her eyes had a bright gold iris to them. On the top of here head was a cap that looked similar to a sailor's cap, but with 2 tiny wings on each side, covering the top of her long blonde hair. Plus the fact that she was 7,2 feet tall just added an extra layer of power.

"Greetings," The tall angel smiled, seemingly letting her authoritarian stance fade away. "I have been sent here for some business, so to speak, and I need to examin-"

"Oh...I'm just surprised at having angels come into my-wellnotmyshopbutIjustwor-" The cashier stated in a nervous tone, cutting her off by accident.

"Examine some of the mail." She finished explaining, immediately causing the human to shut up.

The worker wasn't sure if he was even allowed to let angels see private letters. Because of this, he immediately declined.

"Well I would, but my boss is currently on a trip to another city, and I'm not sure if I'm allowed to let others read other people's letters." He answered, adding a "ma'am" at the end.

"Not that kind of mail. I'm talking about the letters based on exterminator records, which I'm sure you've worked on this past week?" The tall angel questioned.

"Oh!" He exclaimed in realization. "Do you want the records for this exterminator or an older one?"

"The one that occurred a couple of days ago."

"Got it."

--/

And that's the end of the chapter. I know it's a strange one, but I did it cause I wanted to practice my writing, and I also wanted to try other settings. While some things might seem disconnected to the main story, it will be shown more and more, and the bigger plots will be revealed.