Several months have passed since Maddie first met Mania. Maddie gently picks up the soul of a young girl, no older than six. She's crying, still terrified of the flames that already consumed her body on the second floor of the burning building. Maddie gently consoles her, gently carrying her up to Heaven. So many die pointlessly, with no opportunity to live out their lives. But such is life, and Maddie does her job because somebody has to do it. She is left in heaven with her grandmother, who had died two years ago of natural causes. The grandmother, greatly saddened by her granddaughter's death, does have some level of happiness in being reunited with her. Maddie knows she will be happy here, as all citizens of Heaven are.
With a deep sigh, Maddie has finished her work for now. She boards a train and exits by an office building. Stepping inside, she goes into the elevator, which takes her down, down further than any elevator should go.
A "ding" plays, and the doors slide open. Maddie is greeted by a concerning sight; Mania is sprawled on the floor, breathing heavily. She's covered in bruises, with black ichor staining her clothes, still seeping from a gash on her forehead.
Maddie rushes to her side. "Are you alright? What happened?"
She takes a cloth from her purse, dampening it using a small water bottle. She wipes some of the blood off her face, carefully cleaning the cut. With a slight golden glow, she seals the cut, although the bruises do not fade.
"I would heal you more, but I'm afraid angelic healing power beyond that minor act will hurt a demon more than it would help one."