[ FLASHBACK ]
Joaquin grunted, curling his body into a ball as he lay on the cold ground of his cell. They would usually chain him, but there were days they wouldn't. Those days were usually the days Joaquin would go through hell and, even without the bounds, there was no way he could get out.
Abel was hell.
The emperor of the Haimirich Empire was crazy. A highly intelligent, insane person who could pretend he was normal. No one had seen the real Abel because those who did were either dead or locked up in their own oubliette. There were a few selected individuals who had seen Wrath: Conan, Isaiah, Dexter, and a few others, but those people had a biased opinion.
'I'm going to kill him someday.' There wasn't a day Joaquin fail to pledge to settle scores with Abel.
