White hair tied into a ponytail, a straight face, black eyes like the abyss staring back at him, is this what he always looked like.
No wonder everyone behaved uncomfortable around him, sure it was mostly due to his history but still…
Except Axel wasn't uncomfortable, he was quite curious actually.
A sad smile appeared on Serif's face, a rare hint of exhaustion flashing across.
His hand dipped into the pond, distorting the reflection as he splashed water on his face.
Serif looked heavenward, the dark branches of the dark forest tangled above him, preventing anything from passing through, it formed its own ceiling, like a cage.
And he was trapped here, willingly of course, not much could trap him in this world, maybe a bit more in the Netherveil, but still he could leave anytime.
But still his face betrayed a hint of doubt, as he raised his hand, the chains dangling on his wrist, his power and bondage, how fitting.
