#;hellizens

The young angel had been told to stay out of Hell. Only the executioners were allowed there and only during the Extermination Day once a year. But Aetheriel was a curious little creature, and with his heavenly siblings mostly ignoring him, he decided to do a little exploring. What was the worst that could happen, anyway? He figured most demons would be too frightened of him to approach him.

He might as well start he exploration at the top; The Pride Ring. Now where exactly in the ring was he? Well, he certainly didn’t know, but he was sure he’d figure that out. He kept his many wings folded down as he walked along the sidewalk, wonder in his eyes. It was very different than Heaven.

And, as he thought, every demon; sinner and hellborn alike, that he’d come across had quickly gone in a direction far away from him.

Voxtagram was going absolutely buck-wild. Blurry, rushed pictures of an angel being posted by several users, hundreds of comments flooding in on each post. Of course Aether was completely oblivious to such things. Instead he found himself enamored by a glass window with a great number of TV screens behind it, playing what appeared to be a news channel.