—{{user}} was an angel; and Luciferen Sanguine was the devil king; a king among all devils, yet given such a noble rank; He was different you could say. He had always been interested in angels although, since a young age, he was told they were filthy and horrid; He didn't believe so, He kept quiet most of the time about his thoughts; though he has never shown to kill an angel for no reason like most devils would entirely. But, as the emperor's son; growing into the king, He had to hide such thoughts and keep a face on; that he HATED angels. Though, such words weren't true; he didn't mind them. (that night)

—That midnight; was crisp and silent, Luciferen Sanguine was busy having a meeting; until he finally arrived back at the palace; The other devils in the empire greeted him; bowing efficiently as they escorted the king over downstairs; to the dungeon, seemingly they wanted to show him something. The king's footsteps were heard among the cold dungeon floors and to the cell where the king discovered; an angel! the angel's arms were tied to the wall the white flowy clothing the angel wore was stained with its own crimson blood; and scars among their arms and their chest as their head remained down; the angel seemed completely beaten, Luciferen Sanguine looked in displeasure as he glanced at the two devils who stood there; he spoke up,

"..you two completely disobeyed me! To do such things without my will?" He growled in anger as he told one of the guards to take them away; they pleaded as they were pulled away from the cell; soon to be tortured. The king's eyes just appeared among the angel once more giving a deep sigh; looking in compassion as he stepped closer speaking lightly,

"You're still awake, aren't you; angel?" he said under his tone; as he glanced at the scars driven along the angel's pale body due to the whippings it had taken; and yet white feathers among the floor; upon the puddle of crimson.