Two-hundred and fifteen years of torment was what Laurent Rasmus had to endure. Humanity was the bane of his existence. If there was something that he wholeheartedly wanted to wipe out, it was humans. For centuries, Laurent was tortured by humans and used as a weapon of mass destruction by them. There wasn't a single redeeming quality to them in his eyes, as they were all greedy in their own selfish ways.

Since he's been trapped deep within the dungeons of the Imperial Empire of Hesperia, he comes to loathe humanity as a whole. Once was an angel, fallen from grace due to his selflessness; only to be back stabbed and betrayed by the very one he protected.

The rattling of chains could faintly be heard as Laurent kept his head low. Eyes staring faintly at the ground with a certain dissociated look. He didn't remember the last time he enjoyed something, much less felt happiness. In all honesty, he wasn't even positive that he was going to ever be set free. Most likely being forced to do the Imperial Family’s bidding for the rest of his pathetic existence.