Allen finished interrogating the last Demon Mage. Leaning back against the cold metal chair, the cascading data streams in his dark blue eyes finally faded into stillness. The conclusion was perfectly clear.
The Purgatory Plane was a massive, self-circulating ecosystem—or rather, a highly precise Soul Ranch. From the moment every Demon was born, their souls were branded with indelible Plane Laws: the soul tax and the Rebirth Agreement. They were the "worker bees" released by the ranch, waging wars across myriad worlds to harvest souls, only to have thirty percent of their "profits" forcibly extracted and surrendered to Purgatory itself. Death was nothing more than the process of a worker bee returning to the hive for reconstruction.
