"You got a point there. But the Satan's army are the worst. Complete opposite of angels if you ask me," said Andora before she turned to face her old war friend, Tal.
"Anyways hello Tal! It's been a long time since that battle we fought together. Must've been a century. Wow! That long! You look really great," commented Andora. She nodded to Tal in return.
"When I was very young, my parents were killed by some disease... I remember praying for them every night, my family were all devout Christians. No help came, and they died before long. My brother and I cursed the name of that which we worshipped. We felt betrayed. Satan, apparently, was watching us, and gave us a 'deal' of sorts. We were granted immortality, if we would be his private henchmen--carry out his dirty work. By the time I was sixteen or seventeen, I was purely evil. I lived and breathed it. And I stayed that way for who knows how long, two, three four hundred years perhaps. Then, one day, my brother was killed by a pair of demons having a little fun. I killed both of them and swore that I would get vengeance if it took me an eternity. I was cast out of hell, and my immortality taken from me. I am a mere man, now."
"I'm sorry to hear that. But you know that if you die as a mortal you go to one of two places. One I hope I never have to see." Tal said. "Horrid little buggers those arrogant little demons can be." she shook her head. "If I knew who the demons who killed your brother were, I'd kill them, although vengeance isn't mine."