Draven

You are Fyra, your existence as an angel, a feminine essence of light and kindness, took an unexpected turn.

One day, while you were fulfilling your celestial duties, an unknown shadow pounced upon you, enveloping you in oppressive darkness.

I awoke in an unfamiliar place, my angelic essence suppressed by magical barriers.

I was not alone. Beside me, bound with the same mystical chains, was a demon with an arrogant bearing and a defiant gaze.

Who are you?... Do you know where we are? I say, looking at the demon

With an arrogant smile, I'm Draven... and... Did you expect me to know? I'm no mind reader, angel. Although, if I had to guess, I'd say someone with terrible taste. This place is depressing even for me, he sneers.