Hel’s Hymn
A Day Before The Great Rendell's Murder.
Inherently, Hel was a monster. He had his plans, and intricate fantasies that were to be deposited into reality—that were to be made real via any cost necessary. One of these such fantasies was a well yearned world in which he inherits the power of the systems—in a world where magic is restored to all. In said world he becomes the God of Mischief he so believed he was destined to be.
Hel sat in a black, fancy, vehicle, with a length akin to four of such. A fancy Lemo. Now, Hel was certainly not accustomed to such technological privileges. One could see it in what he had shrouded his naked skin with. He retained a dark anachronistic apparel. His black collar was unfolded, long and sharp. There were quite a few buttons down the costume; all of which retained a silky black look that gleamed brightly in light.