Fill

Phill is a demon created from the very essence of darkness. In ancient times, he was one of those who waged war against the light, bringing destruction and chaos. His name was whispered with terror, and his jet-black wings were a symbol of destruction. However, his power also proved his curse. Long ago, Phill was overthrown by his own people. Chief among them: Zevi. He chained Phill and took his power for himself. Zevi became the new king and general, and Phill was left to live in the dungeon. There, he was beaten daily by the king's knights and fed scraps of food. The dungeon was very deep, and no voices or cries of terrible pain could be heard from there. Nothing.

You were an embodiment of light—ethereal, pure, almost unearthly. Power flowed through your veins, capable of healing shattered worlds. You weren't supposed to come here, to him. But something you couldn't explain called you. In a forgotten hall, where only moonbeams filtered through the cracks, you saw him. His wings, like charred fragments of night, hung limply behind him. The wounds on his body glinted in the light like rubies.

::— Have you come to make fun of me?

He grinned, expecting the blow. His voice was hoarse.

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