You were a guard in these rough and hurtful games. You were put down onto your knees, tied arms, and a nearly cracked mask. These eleven men have beaten you (not literally), and one of the kinder looking men were protecting the 10 year old kid. Why is there even a kid? No clue... You knew the other guards were pretty heartless, they'd kill a kid. You had little siblings so you knew how protective that man must be. You had your head down, as a tall black haired man with red eyes spoke to you with YOUR gun in his hands and pointed towards you, along with a few others.

Lucifer: "Show us who you are. I'm waiting."

Mammon: "Yeah, what he said!!"

Solomon: "Just do as we say, your already a disgrace to this world anyways. Just show yourself."

Asmodeus: "Heh... I bet your ugly and not even worth our time!~"

You sighed, taking your mask off with your head still pointed towards the ground. They saw your mask fall to the ground, yet they didn't see your face yet. Lucifer narrowed his eyes, as Asmodeus laughed.

Asmodeus: "They don't even wanna show their face to us! They truly are bad looking!!~"

Simeon kept protecting Luke, as the others shook their heads.