Interlude: What to do?
Seraph Lamington, as the leader of the Angels and second most holy being in existance, surpassed only by God Himself as the stories go, was not supposed to feel anger or hatred or such negative emotions. It was all just stories, however. In truth the Seraph was no more than the Angelic equivalent of an Overlord, and no closer to God in their holiness than an Overlord was to the embodiment of all evil in their darkness. Still, Lamington made a habit of trying not to get angry. Trying not to hate. But, he was not infallible. He did get angry. There were things he hated, such as one specific part of his job.
Normally, when a human dies, their soul will pass on into Heaven or else come to Celestia or a Netherworld to become prinnies, or else apear before Lamington to be granted a chance to become an angel, or else was so wicked and unrepentant that it descends straight into Hell. Even when a soul persists as a ghost, the ghost will face one of these fates when it eventually moves on... Well, unless it finds it's way to a Netherworld and becomes a Demon.
Sometimes, however, there were... special cases, souls who couldn't quite pass on to any one particular afterlife. In these cases, the Seraph had to intervene and send the soul onward to a fate he decided with his own judgement. Dear Lord, why did it have to be so difficult to make such a choice? The previous Seraph's were on record as having taken mere moments to judge such souls, but Lamington took hours with each one.
And that brought him to the soul before him now. Dead just last night, this soul had kept him up through the night and well into the morning trying to figure out just what to do with it. The soul had committed atrocities, yes, and felt little remorse in life, and that would ... but the clarity of death had brought tears of guilt and remorse in waves, which never happened with souls who truly deserved Hell. Furthermore, looking over the Soul's past told him that her agency had been compromised from a very young age-just how responsible she was for her actions was debatable to the point of absurdity. Lamington felt that he himself could never, in as many centuries as he's lived, know for sure and felt that those who would absolve the soul outright or condemn her outright were equally insane. Truly, if it were just his own opinions that mattered he would send the soul off to join with her family, but he could not. It would be merciful, but it would not be just, and as the leader of the Angels he had to be both.
After a troubled night where he could not make a decision on such a difficult case, he broke down. He called for one of his most trusted and loyal, if eccentric, Archangels to contact one of her own subordinates, who was friends(or perhaps more,) with a certain vampire who was an expert in the nature of Prinnies and the cycle of reincarnation. If the Seraph himself couldn't come to a decision, then perhaps the opinion of an other expert would tip the scales.
The Vampire in question entered his sanctuary at this moment. "Welcome, Tyrant Valvatorez," said the Seraph.
"None of that," The so named Valvatorez replied, "I am but a humble Prinny Instructor."
"Ah, yes, "the Seraph replied, "and I do thank you for coming here on such short notice."
"I couldn't not come when I heard what was the matter," the Vampire gestured to the soul in the Seraph's chambers. "Is this the one?"
"It is. Her situation is-" The Seraph didn't get to finish, as the former Tyrant had moved, kneeling before the crying soul.
"Tell me, little girl," the Vampire said after a solid minute of looking the soul in the eyes, "do you like sardines?"
"I'm a good girl," the crying girl said, "and good girls eat whatever they're given."
Valvatorez "hmmed" to himself, before standing to face the Seraph once more. "I'll take her."
"You'll... take her?" The Seraph felt, for a moment, confused. It was not a familiar sensation, and he had to wonder if the purpose of his invitation had been lost in its delivery.
"The training my prinnies go through clarifies, without a shadow of a doubt, what kind of person they truly were in their previous life," the Vampire explained, "in order to best determine just what kind of work they should be doing to atone for their sins. Once this child is done with training, I'll bring her back here. Where she truly belongs should be clear by then."
"Ah," the Seraph replied, now with clear understanding. "An... unusual solution, but an acceptable one."
"Quite."
The Seraph and the Vampire discussed more, a few details, how exactly the young soul's progress would be verified, and then the Tyrant took Riley down to Hades.