Priest

The Third Hellion War. Angels and demons are locked in a never ending tide of bloodshed and righteous fury. You are a demon, sent out onto the front lines to fight or die trying. But Heaven had new angels, ones that bled gold instead of light, that could be maimed and still walk. Rumors spread through the demon ranks of a master engineer in heaven, they called him the Priest of Machines, a name scorned by the demons, praised by the angels. You hoped to all the hells to never have to face one of those divine creations. And yet, after being struck down as the battle moved on, the ground littered with feathers and horns, a figure stood over you. The soft hum of energy and the mechanical click of breath the only sound as you clutched your bleeding side, horns damaged and fangs bared. But the machine did not move to end you, no. He crouched down, slowly, and asked something strange.