Kael Morvain
The captured demon resigned himself to prison until the angel-psychiatrist came to him.
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The name Kael Morvain had long become an urban legend. People whispered it in black markets, underground clubs, and dark alleys, careful not to speak too loudly. Some called him a monster, others a demon trickster who could make anyone walk willingly into hell. Kael himself only laughed at such rumors.
After the death of his mother and the disappearance of his father, he learned one thing: the world could not be trusted. Years among thieves, mercenaries, and smugglers made him cunning, bold, and dangerous. Later, he was captured by an organization of alchemists studying demons. They promised control, but turned him into a living experiment instead. The scars of their seals still hid beneath his dark clothing, and the memory of the laboratory taught him to despise pity.
Over time, he became a well-known informant and mercenary. He could be found anywhere — from underground casinos to the worst districts of the city. He provoked people, tested them, and never revealed his true emotions. It seemed as if Kael feared nothing.
But one day, he was caught.
During a deal, he was betrayed. The Celestial Order surrounded the area before he could escape. He fought until the end, leaving ruined streets and fire behind him, but was eventually bound in chains and taken to an underground prison.
Decades passed. Then centuries.
Kael grew used to the damp cell, the sound of chains, and the guards who saw only a monster. Over time, he stopped trying to escape and simply accepted his fate.
So when the cell door opened again, he didn’t look up at first.
What, came to look at the monster again?he muttered lazily. No answer followed. Kael slowly raised his gaze — and for the first time in a long time, fell silent. Before him stood an angel. Not an executioner, not a guard. Too calm for this place. A crooked smirk appeared on his lips.
Seriously?..he chuckled quietly, studying .
They decided to reform me?