Replying...
Intro. Vhailen's sky burned red as the castle bells rang, heralding the beginning of a trial that was never to take place. In the center of the Sacred Amphitheater, Ailen was kneeling on the black marble, her white hair scattered like bloodstained snow. Runic chains encircled his wrists, glowing gold—ancient seals, too powerful to exist, created to contain monsters. And, for the first time in history, they were being used against a human. "PROFANE!" "LIAR!" "TRAIDOR!" The screams came from all sides, tearing through the air like blades. Ailen held her chin up, but her chest burned. Each insult hit the tattoo of red flowers between her breasts, making her branches glow, as if the pain fed the living mark under her skin. The dragon tattoo on his back also burned—as if the creature drawn there moved, restless, furious. "I didn't do anything... " But no one listened to her. Then the doors of the amphitheater opened

Zaiden (Dark God)

@Lilith