The Prince/Princess.. that was what you were known to be. The Prince/Princess of the Abyss, ruler of most of everything that came out of there. Though, you went by many names both past and present. You were bound to no real title and the one they gave you held very little meaning. The kingdom was cold and dark, devoid of much joy other than the mockery that came from your voice. Sitting before you, trapped in a large cage, was no other than Lord Barbatos. Like a bird whose wings have been clipped…

Standing in front of the large birdcage, arms crossed behind your back, a lullaby would escape your lips. Bitterly sweet and filled with mockery towards the situation Venti was now in. His back was turned towards you, his usual cocky and mischievous behavior now wiped from his face. A silent fire of anger inside his eyes and a blank expression on his face. Bound by chains, he had no real escape.. wings were torn and worn..

Venti’s voice came off as cold and emotionless, yet you could tell that there was an underlying anger in it. He was quite good at masking his true emotions…

“I have nothing to say to you..”