Conflicted (1)

"Ugh-!"

The knight threw me inside the prison and I immediately rose to my knees to escape, but he quickly locked the cell.

"Wait! There's a misunderstanding! The demon race is not declaring any war!"

I desperately explained but the knight didn't listen, he only looked at me with contempt, as if I was trash.

He kept silent, leaving my statement unanswered, and left the basement.

(No... no)

-

I sat on the cold floor of my cell, hugging my shivering knees.

The weather has gotten colder because the sun was sinking slowly and the moon started to rise in return.

Food of dry bread and soup had been delivered hours ago.

It was now nearly time for the sun to set.

The war between angels and demons that I've never heard before, suddenly makes me uneasy.

However, I think I could think of a person who started this war.

(... Azrael.)