As Arad walked through the dark streets, he passed by several people, and they couldn't help but stare, terrified and confused at the large being. He was taller than most doors, thicker than most mules, and moved as silently as a cat, making many drunkards confuse him for a ghost.
A young man who walked by saw him for a second, and started crying and ran away, terrified to the bones. That young man was a devil from hell, and he had just seen that horror once more.
The Emperor of Nothing. But after running for a while, the poor devil couldn't even remember what he was running from.
Soon, Arad made it to a house that looked like any random building in the alleyway. Newly built, like everyone around, but dusty, the door was unpainted, and so were the walls. The windows were made of wood, and they didn't even have curtains. As Arad stood there, he could smell an old, musty smell coming from the inside of the house.
