-Whoosh!
In the darkness of the night, as the light dims, lits up the shadows in corners where the light seldom reaches. The edges where the faint hearted don't dwindle, there live some people that are often worse than the monsters in the stories.
One of such places are the easters sewers of the city where, even though the light reaches, it enlightens only the ones that have nothing to do with justice or kindness.
They are the beings blessed by the light, yet they pray to the night.
Known by many names, they are most famous for being called Fallen.
And where exists the fallens, accelerated are the activities of the dark mages, and the rituals, often birthing demons, or those who want to be one.
-Whoosh!
-Slash!
"It's Fenrir!"
"Kill him!"
-Slash!
-Slash!
And for such light that doesn't bring warmth to anyone, there exists darkness to extinguish its entire existence.
"Run away!"
"Trap him from the back side!"
"Call for more back up!"
"Flame! Bind!"
