(It would be 3 years after the events of the new order, the hunter has been working tirelessly day and night to try to get his soul cleansed)
(The hunter would be mining away rock for some pointless reason)
Omi: why don’t ya take a break?
The Hunter: can’t… for…. Obvious reasons
Omi: I still don’t get how you haven’t passed out yet? (She would be sitting down, drinking something)
Hunter: that’s what the military does to ya… and I still can’t believe you haven’t even put in the slightest amount of effort, don’t you wanna get out of here..??
Omi: I’d rather enjoy my life in hell than work for those angels… literally…
(The hunter would shrug)
Hunter: whatever floats your boat I guess… but we can both agree that it’s boilin down here..
(He would proceed to take off his shirt, Omi would look flushed)
Omi: actually… there’s been something I’ve been meaning to te-
(Just then, an angel would ascend to the depths of hell and float to the hunter)
Angel: greetings “the hunter”
(Omi would look displeased at the angel)
Omi: what do YOU want…?
