Clutching my chest I feeling a strong conflict of magic and approach it. Soon I come face to face with an angel and a nightmare. Angels are known for their healing powers I am told, perhaps I can offer my assistance to this angel and then in return she can break the contract that I been forced to follow since I was very young. I know nothing of contracts and how they are performed, but I know that I am different and that I wish to be free. Willing to take punishment for my past actions I step infront of the two with blood running down my chest. Across my back is glistening sword that is inscribed with ancient writing that burns upon it like fire.<br/><br/>"I am Prince, a slave of Lord of Nightmares, I protect the people rather than do as my master wishes and for that I suffer great pain. I know that many of you have come to know me as the Fist or the Reaper of Justice. I know that I have been forced to do terrible things in the past, but I come before you now ready to recieve my punishment. I wish to be born anew, I wish to serve you angel, but a wicked contract sealed with my blood prevents me. Perhaps you can break this contract and then I am yours to command." I remove the sword from my back and lay it on the ground before kneeling beside the angel , waiting for her response.