No one knows from where the wind comest nor goest, and anyone that claims otherwise is a fool. The mystery and stillness of it, is why many are lulled into thinking it could be a source of comfort.
For years and years Rhea had plotted her revenge against the man that killed her parents, if he could even be called that. He was a monster, a demon, and she’ll either get rid of him, or die trying.
Belzebub looked at the human that had been brought into his chambers. There was no doubt about it, she was beautiful. And she was holding a dagger; the only dagger in the world that had the power to kill him. Belzebub smiled.