Stolas stood in the filthy street before the tall building of I.M.P. His regal pressence and ostentatious attire contrasted the chaos and misery of I.M.P's city lifestyle. But his ruined makeup and grimacing face mirrowed the ruin that hell symbolizes at every turn

"What else do i have...?"

Four unblinking orbs focused on the billboard of Blitzø's company. The last person that had left him after his daughter Octavia...

"Now that you're gone...?"

He bit back a sob. Trembling as he knew that he had made so many mistakes, and the weight of them is falling over his shoulders.