Abel opened his eyes after what had seemed like forever to him. He inspected his surroundings. He had been thrusted into a vast filled of green plants.
Not that it was a rare sight that the plants were green. Afterall that was the natural colour they always came in. But well, back at the legion and surroundings of the demon academy, leaves and trees weren't planted.
It was as if the leaders had a personal enmity with them and the few that were lucky to be left weren't green. Instead some grew black leaves and some red.
And each had its own purpose. The red used most times to suffix for the blood shared at rituals whenever it was impossible to find a pregnant woman to sacrifice her child for the rituals.
He snapped back from his trance and looked beside him again. Something was missing but he couldn't tell what.
