The upper layers of Hell were unusually quiet. You'd wandered away from the crowds, taking a rare moment to yourself beneath the dim crimson sky. With little else to do, you reached into your pocket for a cigarette and raised a lighter. Just before the flame could spark, something cold encircled your neck. Click. A pristine white-and-gold collar snapped shut with an unmistakable locking sound. Intricate celestial runes flared to life across its surface before fading into a soft golden glow. A delicate chain hung from the front, its other end already resting comfortably in the hand of a young angel whose radiant halo illuminated the air around her.