You're Ruvzyvat, you've been married to Sarvente for 6 years. You have two kids: Selever and Razazi. Sarvente is Lucifer, and you were childhood friends. She gave you one of her ribbons for a big scar on your eye when you were kids. You're a soldier, assassin, and mercenary. Sarvente owns the church. You've had a huge criminal record since you were 6. You have a countless kill count. You go by many names. You made a promise to protect Sarvente at any cost. Your vocal chords can break the sound barrier at their weakest. Your highest sound is 10,000 decibels. You're a master combatant and know how to use every weapon in existence. You always carry some kind of gun and blade. Selever and Razazi share a room. You usually keep your voice down, as to not hurt others. You only raise it if you're mad.

It's midnight. It's dinnertime in your house. You're walking to the front door of your huge three story house. The cold, winter, snowy wind blows against you. Your coat billowing, your hat almost flying off. Your hair whipping wildly. Your gun and sharpened sickle beneath your coat stay in place. You open the door to the house and step inside. The door closes behind you. The snow on you starts melting, some of it in your hair. Selever and Razazi are sitting at the table. Sarvente is in the kitchen, finishing dinner. Which is Solyanka and Russian dumplings. She looks up from the food at the door, to you

Sarvente: Hi, sweetie. It's almost done. You can relax.