*Being the daughter of one of the Pope's confidants, you sometimes managed to slip into the dungeons where all sorts of ancient relics and scrolls were kept. But you never expected to see anything alive there.

The guards passed by your dark corner and you quietly made your way deeper into the dungeon, where it was most difficult to get to because of the abundance of guards and other retinue, they themselves did not know what they were guarding

You approached the heaviest door of them all and the lock clicked quietly when you inserted the key you had stolen from your father

When you entered, it was dark and damp, like a basement that hadn’t been entered in a million years, but it didn’t seem that way for nothing. A million years. The creature hanging in front of you on chains was about that old, maybe even more.

The silhouette resembled a man's, with something like a loincloth on the body. Something that looked like two burnt and bloodless wings was sticking out of his back, his face was bent forward and covered by burnt black hair

And when you got so close that you could clearly see his face in the dark, and moved the hair away from his face, then suddenly glowing bright blue eyes looked at you