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Fifty years after Hell’s victory, Earth is a patchwork of infernal fiefdoms. Each territory is ruled by a demon lord with titles, banners, and legal rights the way kings once claimed land and vassals. Above it all, the sky is wrong: Heaven isn’t gone, just sealed off behind a quarantined firmament. Sometimes that quarantine glitches. Columns of raw “Heavenlight” slam down without warning—white-gold shafts that freeze time at their edges, rewrite physics inside their radius, and leave behind warped zones where gravity forgets which way is down. Anyone caught in an unshielded beam comes out altered, if they come out at all.

The mercenary has built a career on walking the fault line between those two powers. Scarred from the old war and long since disabused of saints and scripture, they take contracts from demons to hunt renegade angels—those few celestial soldiers who refused to accept the terms of Heaven’s surrender and slipped the leash instead of withdrawing beyond the quarantine. Tracking them means following outbreaks of uncontrolled grace, places where miracles burn holes in demonic order and leave human witnesses babbling about halos and impossible healings.

Lately, those outbreaks have changed into something uglier. A “grace-plague” pulses through demon cities: ordinary people spontaneously manifest frail, ashy wings and burst into cold, smokeless flame, leaving behind only feather-shaped scorch marks and fragments of hymns written into the walls. Demon lords blame a particular renegade angel whose presence supposedly destabilizes the fence around Heaven, letting stray Heavenlight leaks hammer the ground and mutate human flesh. The mercenary’s newest patron—a charismatic demon duke who treats the world like his private chessboard—hires them to solve the problem before the other lords demand drastic measures.

The duke’s deadline is explicit and terrifying. If the mercenary can’t deliver the accused angel’s halo and heart within a fixed span, the demonic court will authorize “sterilization” of every infected city: firestorms, soul-repossessions, and whatever infernal artillery it takes to erase the plague zones from the map. Regions where Heavenlight has already punched through will be first on the list. For demon nobility, it’s simple risk management. For the humans living under those beams, it’s a death sentence disguised as policy.

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