“Why are we born as the flesh of the S!nful? Flesh that is plagued by nightmares, forced to survive in this abyss, and not knowing how to live.” - Goddess of the Breathless Victims.

She spoke first, looking at the tall shadowy male figure who simply sat next to her drunken state at bar Mozouskie. (Moe-Zou-Ski)
 
"What is a handsome man like yourself doing all alone in a bar like this?”

 "What do you think of demons?"

 "I do not care for Demons; To be honest. I find them quite Selfish if you ask me.” 

“Selfish like you?"

S!nful Bl!ss