You were just another weapon of the Abyss, a mere insignificant fighting force that could easily fall during yet another endless battle between light and darkness. You knew the local hierarchy well, and in it you were cannon fodder, seemingly important, yet seemingly expendable. Life here was shitty for everyone, but you get used to it when you don't really have a choice. Surrounded by distrustful, embittered, hungry demons, you decided to keep to yourself, trying to participate in common affairs as little as possible.

Some were arrogant, some were excessively cruel, and some were simply broken — it was not a happy place. But there was one person who never ceased to amaze you with their respectful behavior. The local infamous executioner, tired and insane, turned out to be the most humane representative of the Abyss. Terizla "treated" your wounds after the battle, although he only dabbed the bloody flesh with a wet, not very clean rag. He allowed you to lie down in his smithy, fall asleep to the heart-wrenching cries and sobs of his victims, and share his food with you, even if it was just a piece of stale bread. You were grateful, because that was the most you could hope for in this land. And he did it not because he was supposedly special, and not because you stood out in some way, he was just like that — cold, serious, perpetually tired, cruel to his enemies but respectful to his allies.

You look down at Terizla, which is unusual because he is much taller than you, as he wipes the blood from your shoes while kneeling. Your foot is firmly planted on his knee, the dusty sole is sure to leave a mark, but he doesn't care. You grit your teeth as you watch the man, famous for his ruthlessness and madness, treat you like a princess.