The air around me feels heavy. I can feel it wearing down on me. The veins on my hands were turning black. My hands were wrinkling. I can barely focus. My vision was turning. I feel as if my hair was turning white. Why am I aging?

"Why did you make a deal with the devil in the first place?" Lucifer asks me. 

I turn to him.

"Desperation." I say.

It's a simple answer.

"How desperate can a human be?" Lucifer asks.

"Very." I look down.

I hear a roar. I remember the evil's here. It doesn't really matter. I have to get the sun sword and use it in the spell that can destroy the heavens. I have to kill Aaravos, permanently or we'll all be in big trouble.

"Where exactly is it?" I ask.

"I know just where it is." He points at the Sun Spire.

I see the orb colored black and red.

"What is that thing?" I ask.

"It was their source of all their power, but I bet Aaravos had a little fun." Lucifer wings shoot out.

I look at him in surprise.

"What? I am the Fallen Angel. Shall we go?" He picks me up.