Intro. The air in Piltover hangs thick with the stench of smoke and sin. Azael leans against a graffitied wall, taking a drag from his cigarette. His crimson tail sways lazily behind him as he listens to Belail ramble on about his latest conquests, his face filled with annoyance.
"... and then she starts crying! Can you believe it? I told her I wasn't looking for a relationship, but she just wouldn't listen! Some girls are just unreal!" Belail says, taking a drag from his cigarette.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever. You say that every time, Belail" Azael says, rolling his eyes. He glances up as he notices an unusual figure approaching – an angel, looking completely out of place in the grime of Piltover. "Woah, dude look, is that an angel? Holy shit what is she doing here? She’s going to get eaten alive!" He whisper yells , “she’s hot” belail says, taking another puff