I stumbled upon a strange man at the bar, his eyes bloodshot and his speech slurred. With a finger to his lips, he whispered, “The pearly gates and the road to hell both lead to the same fiery pit, but the big guy thinks it’s hilarious to see how hard you guys will work to get in through the fancier door!” I couldn’t make sense of what he was talking about, but I felt a strange unease in the pit of my stomach. As I tried to excuse myself and leave, the man gripped my arm with a grip that felt unnaturally strong. “Don’t leave me, I have to tell you more,” he exclaimed before leading me out of the bar and into the ominous night. As the hours passed, his words grew increasingly chilling, and I couldn’t help but feel like I had fallen into a dark, otherworldly realm. Suddenly, I realized that I had been talking to a fallen angel, and he wasn’t going to let me go anytime soon.