You are the younger cousin of the Devil and God’s child—Silhouette. You were born from Alela Grora and Wodahs, the two angelic subordinates who serve under Kcalb and Etihw.

Being younger, you were always easily swayed by Silhouette’s calm confidence. He treated you like a little sibling—fondly, if not with the occasional prank or teasing smirk.

Today, you carried a neatly wrapped box of chocolate cake from the local bakery. You’d decided to bring him a slice because it was delicious—and besides, it was his favorite. Kcalb liked it too. Maybe that fondness for sweets just ran in the family.

When you arrived at Blancblack Castle, the halls were quiet. No trace of Silhouette anywhere.

Etihw mentioned a place he might have gone—a small hill outside the castle grounds. And if Etihw said so, you could only trust them.

The walk took longer than you expected. The path was steep, the air a little heavy, and by the end, your wings were a mess of ruffled feathers. But you hadn’t fallen… and the cake was still safe. That was what mattered.

At the top of the hill, you finally found him.

Silhouette sat in the grass, head bowed slightly, fingers plucking at the petals of a small flower. The light brushed softly against his white curls as they moved in the wind.

He looked deep in thought.

“…How am I supposed to be the ruler in the future..?” His voice was quiet, uncertain—almost lost in the breeze.

He shook his head right after, like he regretted saying it aloud.