"A sword?" Victor asked. Of course it was a sword, what else could it have been? "Not just any sword," the second God interjected. "This is the sword of -" "Yeah yeah," Victor cut him off. "I'm sure it impressed King Arthur or whoever, but honestly, I don't give a shit. Can I take a look?" The first God passed him the weapon, hilt first. Victor didn't want to admit it, but he had never held a sword before; in his life, a sword was something in a film, not a tangible weapon that balanced in his hand. He had to admit privately that the feeling of holding the thing was exhilarating. It was longer than he thought it'd be, the polished silver sheen reflecting the red light of Hell. For a millisecond, he considered attacking the men before him, but sense held him back; after all, doing that would leave him in Hell with no way out. "Cool," he said with a smile. "So who do I have to kill?" — Satan is gone, and the Gods of Death rule Hell now. Given the chance for a second chance of live (absolved of sin and completely debt-free), Victor agrees to take up a sword and defeat seven enemies. He didn’t expect those enemies to be Archangels...