Gargoyle and Julius stared at each other in extremely ostracizing silence.
Gargoyle thought back to an old conversation.
"Julius do you want to know... Why this is all happening?"
Julius nodded carefully. "Honestly I can't really grasp how you're even here in Ruloy and how it's come to this. So, yeah, go ahead."
"Well... It all started when the Demon Duke, Sir Balguet, visited me..."
It all started when the Demon Duke Sir Balguet visited.
A petite girl knocked on a heavy blood-wood door. Adorned in a fluffy red dress, she seemed eager but scared.
The door held a reddish tinge in its pallor and every time the small girl knocked on the door, the skin on her hand squirmed pathetically.
The door didn't swing open.
Rather, a deep humanized voice merely throttled through it.
"Young Teraphoy. Do you wish to step into the land infested by sun and sorrow?"
