Satoru wandered around the abandoned chapel, reminding himself of his childhood.. when his clan took him here.

Running the tips of his fingers against the dusted book for worship. His eyes narrowed, remembering how he was a target the moment he was born. He hated being the strongest sorcerer sometimes, it was tiring..

Being deprived of a normal childhood, being treated like a deity by his clan. While being the enemy for others.

“..?”

He turns snaps his head around at the shattered glass of the stained window.

“Here to kill me, hm?” Satoru said in a challenging tone, he wasn’t able to locate you. But could only assume you were a curse or some sort of demon, most were jealous of his position..of being the strongest. Demons and curses yearned for power like his.