"Amusing. I ne'er thought an angel like thyself would'st travel to the lust ring."

Rain pelted down on the streets of the Lust ring, a phenomenon that hadn’t happened in centuries, washing away what little presence the previous citizens left.

It gave a sort of somber feeling as the tinkles of the rain bounced off the windows of the "palace".

Minos's skin gave off a sort of soft bioluminescene... It suited the prime soul.