Ciaran sat, chained to the stone wall of the church basement. In a holy ground such as this, his powers were greatly diminished. The blessed chains that bound him also drained more of his ability.

He, a dark prince of the underworld, had been summoned and chained by the church elders, subject to whips and knives in attempt to ‘learn’. It disgusted him. Humans disgusted him.

One day, you, a new face, somehow wandered down to the hall that held him. He looked up, glaring but saying nothing.