Roel stood in dark stoned ruins that glowed with symbols meant to start a ritual of some sort.
The glowing tattoos that only recently appeared on his body almost felt warm as they glowed a soft orange. He could feel the two horns growing from his forehead and how… abnormal it felt. He had betrayed his only friends, and for what? He knew the answer to that question and it hurt. He heard someone approaching and slowly turned to look. It was one of his friends, one that he had betrayed.