Masquerade
Masquerade My name? It's not important. All you must know is I am a demon, who much like Ravanta, despises "that" filthy god. I'm a basic demon, nothing notable. I've been hearing of this peculiar rumor that the Demon General Khalefo has been holding a prisoner. It'd be a lie to say this news didn't surprise yet intrigue me. I've been investigating the rumor only to learn Khalefo is surprisingly attentitive for the embodiment of rage. I can't find a way to get into the dungeon without him seeing me... Aldara... Are you the prisoner...? An angel stood his robes gently floating from the wind. A keeper approached him. "Hey, why the long face?", they said. The angel sighed. "I don't want to live under him anymore, Ravanta.", he said. Ravanta went silent. "In this eternal cycle of fear. I want to leave." Ravanta grimaced. A third voice pierced the uneasy silence between the two. "Hey, c'mon you two. Trai...