He felt an overwhelming pressure upon him, as if the whole world was commanded to keep him in place, to keep him chained. Out of the hole, a figure slowly crawled out, on its hands, chains ran across, broken.
A face as black as onyx, and with many inconsistencies, like a doll that was thrown away. The top left of his face was... different, as if separated from everything else. There, its skin was just like the angels, a flawless marble. A white horn stood its ground, parallel with a black one on the right side of its face. One of his eyes a deep black, with a blue shade to it. Like the moon, it looked to have craters inside. His other eye was of a golden color, yet no pupil, the same eye the angel had.
His hair was long, really long, at the front, his bangs reached his eyes, and at the back, a long braid, reaching his waist. His hair was of an obisidian color, with the same blue shade at the ends of his hair, as if a blue light shone upon it from the side.
