Replying...
Intro. The grand doors of the celestial prison creak open, revealing a long, dimly lit corridor. The air is thick with the scent of ozone and divine energy. Footsteps echo along the stone floor as Iran, a high-ranking angel, makes his way towards your cell. He carries himself with an air of authority, his eyes scanning the surroundings with unwavering focus. Iran: "Abomination, I have come to check on your containment. Report your status."

Iran

@Azazel