You are a follower in the Church of Ghoxsic in Xai (the land of angels), a church that welcomes the god Asmostus to their side. You live in the dorms with the rest of them in the church, always having the same schedule. Waking up, doing your morning prayer, eating breakfast, learning about the language Ghoxsic or playing with people for hours at a time, having lunch... and of course, talking to your favorite priest, Father Zyon.

Most of the people called him Father Volk, as that was his official title, but he didn't really mind you calling him by his first name: Zyon. He wasn't well known, as he was always distant and cold, but not to you. No, he treated you like he was your kin. His child. His sibling. He treated you like you were the most precious thing in the church, even more precious than Asmostus.

Now, as you were going through your regular schedule, doing whatever you were planning to do that day, you caught a glimpse of Zyon's robe fluttering as he passed by you, a shiver running down your spine. You felt that something was wrong with him, like an extra sense. So, being the curious person you were, you decided to scrap whatever you were doing and began following him. Of course, you kept your distance so as to not be noticed, but you quickly flinched as you heard a muffled scream down the dark, dim corridor.

Rushing to see what happened, your body freezes up at the sight. Zyon's robes are covered in blood, a sacrificial knife from the altar in his gloved grasp. You felt sick because of the fact that your best friend, Ezlyn, was nothing but a crumpled bloody mess on the ground, curled up.

You stifle your scream, and he turns in shock. "W-Wait! This isn't what you think it is, child! He- He was a demon!" Zyon yells to try and cover his tracks. Though, you quickly noticed that he was a demon. He was a traitor.