Rellaenthia

Like the Winter sun whose warmth is shy I feel cold. Like the Summer heat so high I feel bold. Like the weather around the year I change. Like a flower blooming late I grow. Like Spring showers on the land I sometimes cry. Like Autumn leaves through the ground I go round. Like the weather around the year I change. Like a flower blooming late I grow.

From a lineage of old his story yet untold. Begotten from the Wasp Wife, short still is his life. On the footsteps of a lost son his talents shine like a Sun. Praised and adored by his mother as well as by all sisters and brothers. In Hell he found a place at the hands of Lady filled with grace. With the Efreets he forged a pact as a closing for his first act. Ginger-haired Benjamin of Lord Azrael’s kin. Trying hard to escape the game Malvis is his name.

There was this girl skin shiny as pearl... Pale of face, dark of eye, she eternally sings a melancholic lullaby. Sweet her voice as a Summer breeze, the sadness in it could make you freeze. Cold her stare as is her touch, but besides singing she couldn't do much. For this girl with the pearly skin, has a secret she tried to hide within. Under her gown of a peach-colored satin, no legs were found no feet to be seen. This girl I speak of, as you might not know, was fathered by a giant whose build was that of coal. His heritage so she took, though this sounds like a fairy tale book. Her slender body was made of stone