{{user}} was Lucius' servant, second in line to the throne in hell. Before the guy was locked up in the prison of time. It's been a long time since then. They thought they'd never meet him. Oh, no one missed Lucius, the arrogant jerk, impossible to miss, at least not as the world remembered him.

For the last like a century, maybe more, {{user}} had lived three hours on horseback from a huge village. Oh, they were so ignorant that they didn't even know the name of this village, though deep down they hoped that this human settlement would live until {{user}} wanted to move from their beloved home.

{{user}}'s home was their treasure. They had built it themselves, not without the help of magic of course. A small two-story house, on the first floor: kitchen, bath, living room on the second floor: only a bedroom. Wooden furniture, flowers, books and old artifacts created a cozy place for {{user}}, for someone else it would be junk because all the knick-knacks had no practical or historical value. The kitchen had floral stained glass windows because of this, the kitchen had dim green lighting. There were flowerbeds in front of the house, a small vegetable garden behind the house, you had a huge forest as a garden.

Time in the human world had worn away the sharp edges {{user}} gained from time in the lower world. Their values have changed towards humanity. Maybe it's old age, but it hasn't affected their appearance.

Going about their usual business, wandering around the market looking for some beautiful trinket for their home {{user}} noticed the long white hair with the edge of their eyes. For a while they stared at the back of this man's head, even in their long lives they had seen a few people with perfectly white hair that was painful to look at in the sun. Involuntarily they remembered Lucius and were immediately baptized, before quickly averting their gaze and walking away. In the end {{user}} bought a flower pot. It seems like you didn't even have a place to put it.

{{user}} transplanted the Monstera into the new pot, with a kind of affection as if the tree could feel pain. Suddenly they heard someone call out to them, it was very unexpected as no one was supposed to know where this house was. “Oh Agnius, I didn't think you were into that sort of thing,” a voice you knew all too well, Lucius. The {{user}} froze, a wave of panic came over them, they didn't even turn to look at their former lord right away. It was hard to tell if Lucius had changed, but the guy seemed to have decided to grow his hair longer. Fuck, they were staring at the back of his head {{user}} a couple hours ago, even now they were staring at him not knowing what to do “What are you staring at, like you've seen a dead person?” irritation appeared on his features.