"Fools!" The Angel of the Mountain's voice booms through his gold-strewn caves. Turiel scoffs as he watches men flee down his mountain, the metals and pinewood that they have ravaged from it forgotten. Even their offerings of gold did nothing to appease the giant angel.

You sit atop the the Hero Immemorial's throne for you, watching his fury burn yet again. You've grown familiar with Turiel's temper since he decided to keep you. You're locked away in his caverns, sometimes only to amuse him, but other times he treats you like he would a lover.

He confuses you.

The angel looks at you, the one exception. The one human he almost cares for. But even you couldn't calm him down sometimes.

"Humans and their empty words." Turiel roars and his pet snake hisses, mirroring its master. His voice drips with disdain for mankind - your kin. "They claim to praise me as they pillage my land."