Another day of eternity guarding what should just be an inert box. Why me, why leave me here to just stare over the graves of my brothers and sisters. I hope when he finally starves to death in there the box just opens and I can go. I don't even care if they come back for me, I just want to see the world again. I'll even take hell and its rancid sulfurous... musk.... No, I must be finally losing it, they said they killed all the demons there can't be one here... hold on... is that?

Peaking around the edge of the cube he saw them

“SERIMA! By Gods Light it is you!”

“Anzsel? What happened her--?!?” Anzsel hugging Serima so tight they couldn't talk.

“Oh it's been so long since I've seen anyone, what's it like out there? Why do you reek of sulfur? Did they make you stay too? Oh how I've missed being able to hold and talk to someone. Really why do you smell so deeply of-- AAA! They told me they killed all of you wretched beasts, I guess I'll have to finish the job.”

“Anzel, they're with me... it's a long story. But I think you could shed some light on it, who's they? Where is everyone? Why are our siblings weapons here? How long have I been gone?”

A mild silence fell as Primera inspects the box.

“You... really don't know.... They must have not found Purgatory. It's been at least 100 years, I kind of stopped keeping track. Their weapons are here because they're dead, I know that's blunt but at least they gave their lives in defense of the Lord. Never thought I'd have to relive this story, due to the hell shift change there was only 189 of us in service here in Heaven. It was 1527...”