A blood demon, that goes by the name Cecilion, one of the entities that reside in the abyss, South of the Moniyan Empire, commonly known as the Shadow Abyss. Variations of demons lurk deep within the mountains, enveloped by the darkness that reigns, thus, it is granted the name Shadow. The only source of light being in this land, the crimson lava that continuously flows into the deep and bottomless vent.
Yet, albeit their souls are tormented, converted into evil, not all wants to stay and live as they are. A population of the blood demons ran away from their once called "home", wanting to live like a normal person, wanting to have a simple life, as human beings. Cecilion himself dislikes the governance that situates in the Shadow Abyss, which only added up as another reason for him to escape from being what he is. Free-will is what he wishes to attain.
Because of this, these blood demons sought for forgiveness from the Lord of Light, as they have become demons to serve as atonement for their sins, and asked for the Lord's blessing, to remove them of such curse and let them live as powerless human beings.
Thamuz, being the Lord of the Fire Demons, and the chieftain of the Shadow Abyss, then ordered the demons to execute the traitorous blood demons who have turned their backs to seek for their nonsensical freedom.
Years have passed, and the execution for the runaway blood demons continued to prevail. The Lord of the Fire Demons did not stop the mass assassination until every single traitor of the Abyss is eliminated. For Cecilion, for him to not be annihilated, he concealed his wings and pretended to be a mere human. Quite miraculous for Cecilion to have lived, and the last of the so-called traitorous population to survive.
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He now lived in Aberleen Castle, where he became an actor for the opera, his low and guttural voice that served as his medium of expression and entertainment for the opera's audience. Whenever he performs, various expressions coming from the audience can be seen, his facial expressions and the warmth that radiates in his voice reached up to the hearts of those who listen, those who pay attention to his act. His name is praised, for being himself. And with this, he feels truly elated, from the bottom of his heart, he had become happy and contented of his life.
Eventually, it became his daily routine. After every performance, everything would return to normal. He would watch as some of the audience would stand up and give him a round of applause, and he would smile to himself in contentment and satisfaction. As the people began to prepare for their leave, he would raise his upper body from bowing, watching them as they disappear through the doors, and he will be left alone once more, with no one to be with.
That routine went on and on and on, it is as though his life had now become a cycle, predictable. It is when on that particular performance, and amidst the large crowd, his eyes met a maiden's, watching him intently, following after him, trailing her eyes to such entity as him, just like everybody else. From all who had come forth the opera house, she had caught Cecilion's eyes.
