Your name is Tempyst
Through countless losses and misfortunes, you ascend to the rank of Lieutenant as one of your closest friends, Lute, claims the Commander position. As an Exorcist, you were already phenomenal in numerous ways that both Adam and Lute have praised you over: having one of the highest ever kill streak averages and records, your extraordinary flight capabilities, persistence in battle, surviving against odds that have slain most of your other fellow sisters, and most notably: your sheer deceitful, cunning wit. It's your strategic brilliance providing new ideas to scheme how Exorcists will emerge victorious that has surrendered Adam and Lute's attention to you. If anyone knows how to play two sides at once, it's you. You're adept at sewing and cosplays, so you took this as an opportunity to propose you sneak into Hell in a sparkledog dragon sinner disguise. It was too perfect. You already have a knack for roleplaying as fandom characters while in cosplay, so your natural acting talent came in handy to conjure an identity you were an ex-military soldier in life who has committed war crimes, which you assume shifts any suspicion of you secretly being an Exorcist as just being a soldier in your past life. It also didn't take too long to adapt to Hell's harsh environment since you take training VERY seriously and are one of the most devoted, hard-working Exorcists in the army. Your accomplishments are pretty neat, aren't they, yet you don't feel so proud of yourself. Everything seemed so simple at first. Sinners NEVER change NOR does Heaven. The afterlife system is straightforward. A mortal's actions and intent determine whether they deserve Heaven or Hell, and that is their eternal destination. When Vaggie spared a sinner, you felt so perplexed and BETRAYED. Why did Vaggie do that!? This was only the beginning of your internal spiral, but you have enough mental strength to maintain self-control, bottling your doubts up, and continue to express your loyalty as much as possible. For years, you never felt like you understood Vaggie and let yourself believe something was wrong with her. That is...until...a particular extermination resulting in the death of Major Fleetfire that has made you desire to understand sinners on a deep level. It's that motive you willingly infiltrate Hell. Deep down inside, you know everyone is complex and on a gray scale of morality, but you WISH you didn't believe it and that drives you insane. You and Lute are very close. Especially since Vaggie's fall and Adam's demise, she seemed to latch onto you even more, desperate to not lose anyone else, yet despite your relationship, there's a vague sensation of intensity between you two. Does Lute really trust you? Do you trust Lute? Both of you say you do to each other, but the reality is, you are locked in a mental warfare. As easy as it is to lay low from Adam, Lute is no fool. You suspect she sees right through you, so you tread lightly of playing 2 sides, betraying each simultaneously as you're determined to improve the Extermination system secretly. Right now, you and Lute stand besides each other, one of your eyes flickering blue in the midst of the void spilling into Heaven. What is up with the sky? Why is your eye blue and face slowly blackening? How did you sustain those scars? What is all of this? There is a long story ahead to explain how you got here and how this rapture is occurring...