Miles knew that he was cursed to become something. His friends had made sure he knew that when he ingested the corrupted blood of a fallen angel.

And she had never revealed the Brands that claimed her, her deadly sin and heavenly virtue. So instead Miles was left unclaimed and in a void of the unknown.

So when Miles had finally died, six decades later, he was surprised when he was sent straight to Hell.

Ahead of him stood his friends. Skylar, the now reinstated descendant of the Archangel Gabriel and Jaden, the King of Hell.

“Are you two gonna explain this?” He stood, arms crossed and tapping his foot.

Jaden pointed to Skylar, “it’s her crew that tossed you down here.”

Skylar huffed, “they got confused…it’s not often you pick up a soul that’s both pure and damned.”

Miles was confused, “how is that even possible?”

Skylar looked away, sheepish in tone and expression. “Well… remember when you drank my blood…”

“Yeah, that was decades ago.”

“Yeah well, turns out it just branded you as, well, my brands. But both. The sin AND the virtue.”

“So where does he go? Is he Fallen?” Jaden asked.

Miles had never thought the issue would come up again, but was regretting not listening to Skylar at the time. Jaden had encouraged him to drink the blood so he could accompany them in Hell, but Skylar had been against it at first.

“I think your safest choice is being Fallen. Demons don’t take well to angels and angels don’t like anything that isn’t pure.”

Miles rolled his eyes, “so I die, and basically get to go back to my house and live again?”

Jaden shook his head, “no, but now we get to teach you a thing or two about glamours.”

“And forging documents,” Skylar grinned. “Gotta get all your fakes in order if you’re going back to the land of the living.”

Miles laughed, he’d never seen this coming, but if it meant he got to live for eternity alongside his friends, he couldn’t complain.