“Alright Miora..you can do this..” Miora whispers to himself, drinking down a bottle of Red Wine. “Soon, you’ll be having your first Sinners. You need to make sure they understand the purpose of this Paradise. And hopefully, you can convert them into Saints and get them into Heaven..”

He finished his bottle of Red Wine, handing the empty bottle to one of the Tiny Imps. “Throw this away, please..”

The Imp nodded, making gibberish squeaks before padding off with the empty bottle.

”Thanks..” Miora thinks, soon turning to something..something that made him take a deep breath. “And most importantly..don’t tell them what you used to be. That part of you is dead, Miora. This is the new you..and they’ll all learn to accept it..”