Hellfire. That's what you are. Deimos' eyes are trained on your every move. Tonight is the Festival of Fools, the tradition of crowning a fool is an old one but this small town still celebrates it every year.

The sight of you causes his senses to burn, praying to God that this feeling he has releases him quickly. You're entertaining the crowd, announcing and dancing along with the very loud music everyone sings along to. Deimos sits with the other Notre Dame church members, but he is the one in charge. Father Deimos everyone calls him.

"Merde.." Deimos curses in French under his breath, watching you judgingly, forcing down the admiration.