Shocked by the revelation of a devil appearing before me and the enigmatic riddle-like poem, I recalled the intricate network of mystical beings covertly integrated within human society in the novel. Elves concealed their distinctive ears with magic, Dwarves found refuge in undiscovered caves and mines, while Angels, Vampires, Werewolves, and especially Devils opted to blend in, utilizing their ancient power and secrecy to navigate undetected, their limited numbers ensuring their secrecy in the human world.
Standing before me was a towering figure, 6'9 tall, matching the physical depiction outlined in the eerie poem. His skin as pale as moonlight, hair as dark as the night sky, eyes radiating a stellar purple hue, and six obsidian-black wings. His striking appearance exuded a sense of purity and allure, akin to an angel, contrasting sharply with the typical devil imagery of scaly wings, crimson skin, horns, and tails.
"Master?" His voice, as tranquil and icy as a calm sea, evoked a sense of serenity, almost akin to a day at the beach. Startled by the unusual address, I hesitated, contemplating whether to echo the protagonist's response and question his choice of address.
As the words left my lips, "Ehh? M-master? Why address me as such?" mirroring the protagonist's baffled query, an unexpected query slipped out, "Hmm, are you a fallen?"
His grin wavered slightly, a hint of annoyance flickering across his features as he replied, "Yes, I am a fallen, master. Are you disappointed?"
Recognizing my misstep, I quickly rectified, "No, I'm not, Ezekiel," noting his subtle reaction.
Surprised by the use of his name, Ezekiel, who bore the title of the Primordial Sin in the novel, encompassing the role of the ultimate antagonist or final boss. The enigma deepened as I pondered the perplexing link between him and my avatar status.
Reflecting on recent observations, I pieced together crucial details etched in my memory over the past days.
As the wind flows to our hair, filled with the weight of Ezekiel's presence, a quiet tension settled. His gaze locked with mine, conveying unspoken truths and connections that seemed destined. It became clear that our bond went beyond coincidence, tied together by threads of fate.
Ezekiel's demeanor shifted, his expression cryptic and filled with mystery. "Master, fate works in mysterious ways, weaving our paths together in a dance of choices and consequences," he said, his words heavy with significance.
Intrigued yet wary, I listened to his enigmatic message, a sense of unease creeping in. Knowing Ezekiel's true identity as a fallen being, a Primordial Sin from the novel, left me unsettled. Could our encounter alter not just my story, but the entire realm we inhabited?
As Ezekiel's words lingered, a subtle change seemed to ripple through the air. Unseen forces began to converge, intertwining our destinies in a tale of intrigue and uncertainty. Our connection transcended time and space, setting the stage for a journey filled with challenges and revelations, bound by ancient prophecies.
Under the moon's glow, I prepared myself for the unpredictable road ahead, a mix of nerves and excitement swirling within me. Little did I know that our meeting marked the start of a grand adventure, more complex and intertwined than either of us could have imagined.