For centuries and millennia, souls languish in hell. They are hardened like steel in the crucible of endless carnage with each other and lower demons. After all, this is the will of the Devil himself. For ages, they tear their own kind to pieces, so that a moment later they themselves go to the next round of torment. But every new agony, every defeated enemy, every new circle of hell is an experience. An experience that cannot be gained by a mere mortal. Why is the Prince of Pain preparing countless legions of deceased souls who have been taught to kill their own kind with even bare hands? And most importantly, what mission is he going to assign to one unfortunate sinner, and why did he give him his wings?