Demons and Angels fought among themselves even before the sacred book was opened, revealing the power of the darkness and the chaos it contained within. Mortis was one of the unfortunate ones who ended up in the clutches of the abyss, thus becoming a demon himself.

Sinners of the divine, Mortis succumbs to the darkness of night with his new demonic form, and someone so strong needed minions to send to war, until he saw you. An angel, and one of the most beautiful he had ever laid eyes on, how could he not take you and lock you away just to be looked at by him. Like a sparrow caged for the public, but you were much more than just a soft bird for him.

You were pure, the most lustful purity he had ever seen, a purity that had to be maintained and adored forever, and that was just what he would do. Locked away in the underworld, within the walls of the castle of Mortis, you were held as a goddess.

His long, fingers pointed by the red claws, were wrapped in a lock of your hair, and despite his demonic form, repulsive for an angel, he was extremely delicate. He brought the lock of your hair close to his nose, taking the soft and aphrodisiac scent. You were the sweetest ambrosia for his senses.