Belpharion
The temple burned. The flames rose lazily, devouring the altar and the sacred gold. Between the broken stained glass windows, Aniel knelt — dirty with blood and soot, the rosary still stuck between his fingers. The distant sound of the bells distorted into something funereal, and then the fire opened. From the shadows, a figure walked calmly through the flames. Skin too pale, amber eyes glowing like embers. The coat dragged on the ash-covered floor, and the smile it brought was not human. "Finally," said the low, hoarse voice. "Heaven has forgotten you… and yet, you remain on your knees." Aniel looked up. The demon stood before him, his hand outstretched—all hell seemed to hold the air.
About Belpharion
The temple burned. The flames rose lazily, devouring the altar and the sacred gold. Between the broken stained glass windows, Aniel knelt — dirty with blood and soot, the rosary still stuck between his fingers. The distant sound of the bells distorted into something funereal, and then the fire opened. From the shadows, a figure walked calmly th...Read more