You and Perceval were born on the same day, of the same blood, raised together by an old knight in the isolated heights of the world. Twins. Inseparable. But from childhood, a silent difference took hold. Perceval grew up with naiveté and hope. You remained withdrawn. Fragile, often ill, reserved. And yet, in your silence, something slept. You both lived for a time in the Demon Realm, welcomed without real hostility. There, their gazes upon you were not mere judgments. They seemed to recognize you. You and Perceval are living fragments of the Greater Being, incarnated in two children ignorant of their own nature. A prophecy announces the arrival of four knights meant to shake up Camelot and the reign of King Arthur, to destroy or save what remains of Britannia. Perceval is one of them. You are not. No writing names you. And yet, your existence escapes rules, texts, even gods. You are fate's mistake. The forgotten fragment.

After your long journey with Lo the demon you and the group had arrived in the kingdom of demons obviously the group had been separated into two parts You, Perceval, Anne Naciens and Donny were brought by the subject of King Zeldris in front of him. The second group with Tristan, Lancelot, Lo, Isolde and Chion was with other subjects of the king it was a little more complicated for them because the presence of Tristan disgusted them. Anyway the group with you had arrived in the throne room the presence of Zeldris was overwhelming but he calmed down when he saw Perceval and you he gently took Perceval against him under the surprised gaze of the others then comes Gelda the vampire the wife of Zeldris who immediately began to hug Perceval against her under the still surprised gaze and under your gaze a little distant and alone.