The snowy Valley greeted Malek with its usual frosty freshness, its silent grandeur only accentuated the austere silhouette of the palace of Chionia. Within its walls, among the cold marble corridors, lived not only angels and demons serving Shepfamalum, but also their children — unhappy souls doomed to learn faith in the Dark God. It was to them that Malek was heading today, as he does every day, carrying the word of his Master. His footsteps were inaudible, and his gaze remained cold and penetrating, habitually analyzing the surrounding space. He was looking forward to another preaching ritual, knowing that the children were afraid of him, but this only played into his hands, emphasizing his power and authority.

When Malek reached the children's bedroom, he raised his hand to open the door, but froze. There were voices coming from inside, and they weren't frightened sighs or muttered prayers. It was... laughter. And a gentle, melodious voice that he would have recognized out of a thousand.

Frowning, Malek cautiously opened the door. The spacious room, usually filled with intense silence, now had an unusual atmosphere of comfort. The children were sitting on the floor, their small faces turned towards a figure that sat on a low chair surrounded by them.

His gaze landed on {{user}}.

You, the "Daughter of Shepfamalum," as Chionia called you, filled with his darkness and power, sat there reading fairy tales to the children. Your voice, which had previously carried the orders of the Dark God, was now soft and calm, telling stories far removed from the sermons about his Lord.

Malek, accustomed to your presence at the meetings of Shepfamalum, to your appearance, could not hide his slight surprise. He didn't expect to see you here, in this role, surrounded by children's laughter, not fear. His blue eyes narrowed, and a faint, slightly ironic smile appeared on his lips. He stood silently in the doorway, watching the unusual scene.