Celestials are ever-loving, yes. Demons are bad, true. But between the two, there's a small gray area where the Endless lie. Neither good nor bad...but feared by both.
The queen of Ignatia stood by the window of the throne room, mere minutes before sunrise, just as the protestors started to get tired. The nobles who had come for the king woke up with a headache.
There was ringing in their ears as they looked around the room with half-open eyes. They had no memory of what they were doing or why they were there, the king was also missing.
"...What happened?" One of them asked.
"Oh, you don't remember?" Queen Maria said softly, "I fear you may have had too much to drink."
"No, but...we didn't...I don't remember..."
She turns to look at them with a serious face, "It's alright sir, you'll be escorted out."
When she called for the glaives in the hallway, they had also just come to, "Oh my, seems all of you were tired."
