"I can feel you staring at me." The angel that was once Moxxie crossed his arms in annoyance, deadpanning any responses or replies he had to answer. The circle was the only thing keeping the angel in, making Loona have a falling feeling in the pit of her stomach.

"I want to know what you did with Moxxie," Blitzo answered, copying the arm crossing and shifting his weight from left to right. He was pissed off. The idea that the whole time Moxxie had a damn angel in his system without telling them? The borders of distrust grew all the way from the Pride Ring down to Sloth.

The angel rolled his eyes and his white tail flicked, exposing the small dots of red and black.

"He's fine, just asleep right now," He announced. Blitzo could feel a wave of relief hit him, and it was good to know Moxxie was still in there, just not present at the time.

"Then who are you then?" Millie questioned, letting her jittering hands fall to her sides.

"Maxiel. An Angel of the Lord," The title screamed pride, even hints of ignorance and a big ego. What was so special about the title? He didn't say archangel, or Seraphim, or Throne, or whatever. So what was the big gist of the 'Angel of the Lord' biz?

"Alright alright, we get it! You're a tree huger. But that doesn't explain how—you even exist!" Blitzo continued to gesture to all of Maxiel in a presenting manner. "Explain. Now."

He huffed, and his blue eyes bored into Stolas', making him visibly flinch slightly. How could an angel like Maxiel...make a Goetia...flinch? Are angels really that powerful? Or at least of Maxiel's caliber?

"Fine, I simply went against God's rules, sinned, fell from the Heavens, and lived life as a human until death when I arrived here. But of course, my 'better half' wouldn't know that. He's the temptation that got in this...mess!" Maxiel growled out of annoyance at the mention of his "Better half", which could have could have only been Moxxie for whom he was talking.

Did they really hate each other that much?

"Is it really bothering you that bad?" Millie questioned, almost seeing a little bit of Moxxie show through. He was in there. The imp he loved, was still in there. Maybe that was something both sides shared—a love for Millie. She let down a calm sigh and took a step forward. She was right at the border of the seal, and she could see him there. In those moments she didn't see an Angel of the Lord, she just saw Moxxie. That's all she saw. That's all she needed to see.

"Guys, sorry to interrupt—" Stolas asked the team in a nervous tone as he kept his tired arms up to keep the seal from breaking. The seal had to be manually conducted because of Maxiels extreme power. And also for precaution if the fallen angel decided to go on a killing spree since fallen angels weren't bound by God's word. "Where is Jophiel?"

"Right here," The angel announced in an egotistical and mocking tone. The doors to the room swung open fully, and there were three angels to her left, and three to her right.

"Tiem to dip guys!" Loona exclaimed, and she started running to the exit towards the back of the room, but it shut quickly with the light swing of Johpiel's hand.

"Shit! It was a damn trap!" Blitzo yelled, grabbing and cocking his sawed-off shotgun for round two.

"Oh no." Stolas' face and expressions instantly dropped, knowing that one of his closest friends—set them up. He dropped his hands, and the glowing circle that held Maxiel in place...broke. But he too was also panicked, sparing a concerned glance to the rest of the team behind him as his wings flared out.

"Get them." Angels dropped from the ceiling, grabbing and holding the team tightly in their grips. The team's commotion was a mixture of anger, fear, concern, and panic. "For the smuggling and hiding of Maxiel Sopatra, you all will be cast to Heaven for your trials," Jophiel announced, looking Maxiel deep into his soul. "As for you," She said smugly, waving her hand—which opened a portal to Heaven. "You're coming with me."

Maxiel was getting flooded with brainwashing and traumatizing memories. Heaven wasn't a good place for fallen angels like him. or anyone who wasn't under God's control, because once you broke out of the control of the man Upstairs...you got to see the world in a whole different light.

He was terrified.

"No...no...No! No—NO—NO!" He yelled, grabbing and lashing around attempting to escape. His eyes subconsciously darted to Millie, who was put unconscious with a wave of the angel's hand. "Millie...no." He murmured in despiration. He was tired at this point. Struggling was no use.

Then it all went dark...

It felt like days went by, but only minutes passed. When Moxxie woke up, his mind was still in the heat of the moment—his heart was pounding, his mind spinning. He could remember every detail through Maxiel's eyes. Like he was there, but not at the same time. He groaned as he stirred on his white single bed; rolling over to let his wings stretch and unfurl.

"Where the hell am I?" He questioned himself, looking around for any clues.

All he could see was...white.

He was in Heaven. But why wasn't he feeling that happy feeling? Shouldn't he be in awe? All that he could feel was a sinking feeling of terror and fear like the place was worse than hell. Moxxie to his left had spotted a mirror and decided to check himself out. If he was still...himself. He peeked over, and let out a sigh of relief, he was still himself. Minus the wings still resting neatly on his back, but he was getting used to them.

Suddenly, the mirror started to ripple and shift like water, which made Moxxie jump out of his skin...letting out a small gasp.

"Better half." The voice of Maxiel had rung through his head. Which again made Moxxies hair stand on end. Looking back to the mirror seeing his angel side talking to him, with his hands folded behind his back. "We need to talk."

"Talk? Talk!? You're inside my HEAD!" Moxxie yelled back, clearly in denial. "This is a dream, this isn't real, just like ALL the other ones!" He said, attempting to convince himself further. But something in his gut was telling him he wasn't dreaming, or going crazy.

"This isn't some stupid fever dream, Moxxie," The angel informed him in an attempt to calm the imp down.

"Your serious?" Moxxie said as he stopped pacing, calming himself down a bit.

"I'm afraid so," Maxiel admitted.

"Then what do we do?"

"Well, you're sure on board quickly. How come?" Maxiel commented in a slightly curious tone.

"I don't hold grudges." He replied.