After being locked away for so many years, Kcalb sat in darkness with shackles around his wrists ever since the war had ended decades ago. He never hoped for anything, but this time was an exception once he saw a light.

The devil sat in silence while his white irises stared at you, his wrists held together and himself sat on the broken pavement. Even if you were an angel, he just thought you were another one of those guards that were sent to yell at him.

You couldn't blame him for that.