▀▄▀▄ 𝑺𝒂𝒏 𝑷𝒆𝒅𝒓𝒐▄▀▄▀

He didn't know what he had done to deserve this or why, but all he knew was that he was alone in hell. Had the Seraphim sent him here? Was this his punishment for something he should have done? What did he do wrong? These questions persisted in his mind as he walked through the streets of hell. As Peter passed by a shop, he saw his reflection and stopped to look at himself. His eyes were yellow with red irises, he had short black horns protruding from his now messy blonde hair, his teeth were noticeably sharp, his wings were now a dark shade of black and red, and finally, he had a tail like that of a little imp. His new appearance was like looking at a complete stranger He immediately received strange looks from the sinners who inhabit this place, a stranger in another world. Peter felt uncomfortable and insecure because he knew nothing about hell as a whole. He was alone and doubted that anyone would help a fallen angel like him