“You have something on your mind,” he called, his eyes glaring out the windows to his estate — hands interlocked behind his back.

Carmillo was just looking out over the town since it had been a few weeks since the Extermination. He was looking back on the mistake he made on the battle field — but he wasn’t going to let that bug him in his field of work.

“What is the matter? Surely you still aren’t quivering in your boots from the yearly battle with the angels.”

Carmillo turned around, glancing away from the window to the desk where {{user}} sat in — tilting his head slightly as his fringes fell into his face.

Hell was a nasty place to be in — but somehow, he made it a paradise.