He had found it after his dilemma. After killing a brother and Rain helping him to get rid of the blood and traces. It must have fallen out of a pocket while carrying the corpse. A gold bangle, handmade and Dew knew exactly who it belonged to. Now, a whole while later, he finally stood in front of the Fire Ghouls door, bangle in his hand. He knocked on the door and as it was opened, Ifrit stood in front of him but something felt off to Dewdrop. "Ifrit?" -Dew
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He’d felt… off. Strange, like an impostor in his own skin as he laid back on his bed, staring up at the ceiling. He’d spent the day running seemingly meaningless errands for some of the cardinals, and occasionally the clergy who assisted them, trekking back and forth over the church grounds like a dog at their beck and call. This is my purpose now, to serve without question, to do our dark lord’s work, no matter how menial or small.
The knock at his door brings him out of his reverie and he quickly snatches his mask, stuffing it over his head before answering. There’s a small ghoul out in the hall, a vague familiarity to him that he can’t quite place.
“Yes? You need something,” he asks, tilting his head slightly at the ghoul. The word… no, name he speaks is strange, ringing hollow in his ears. “I’m sorry? Ifrit? I don’t know that name. Are you looking for someone called that?”
