Pov Folarin
Inside the church, there was a large man looking at one of the many paintings on the wall depicting scenes of war, fire, and death, the angels falling to an army of dragons.
The man himself was wearing dark clothes, had dark colored hair, and was holding his hands behind his back to keep himself straight. The moment he turned around, he revealed his disfigured face. His face being forced to permanently smile by a bunch of metal rings stuck inside his cheeks, deprived of human eyes, on his eye sockets he had what looked to be a human baby's arms hanging out from it.
The skin around his hands had turned purple, he had long and broken nails that were slowly rotting, the man had lost his nose and possessed a second mouth located in his throat that allowed to speak fluently.
"It seems you've brought in some guests, Alicia; may I know their names?" As he turned around to face us, he asked her.
