Tears of blood began to stream down the mask's face as it laughed and cried out loud, its distorted wails echoing like the chorus of a fractured mind. Caine watched it all unfold, silently. The more he calmed himself, the more his mind cooled, and the clearer the creature's true form became.
It wasn't just a mask.
It was a gigantic mass of putrid grey flesh, covered in countless masks, faces, and limbs.
Most of the faces were those of children, either crying or laughing, frozen in grotesque expressions of eternal torment. Atop the creature, a young man could be seen, his presence eerily out of place amidst the chaos.
The young man wore airy and light white robes that draped over his slender and frail frame. His long white hair cascaded over his shoulders, while his eyes burned with a mesmerizing scarlet light. Thirteen pairs of white feathery wings stretched from his back, each covered in golden, unblinking eyes.
