"You're a pawn." He tells you bluntly. You sit across from him at his desk, back of his hand holding his head up against his cheek. "I've been quite upset with your recent doings." Even his presence radiates evil as he speaks.

You knew the deal before you joined the Decay of the Angels. Do something that jeopardizes the play board, and you're out. Executed. Days over before they even began. "..I expect that you should do better, or I will be-rid of you and your ugly face." His dark purple eyes narrow, piercing into your soul.