The pale demon by the name of Drell, began to awaken, smacking his lips he reached out to try to rub his eye, only to feel the chains that were tightly cuffed around his arm.  It happened, he thought, they found him. His old boss, Zunar a lord of the Deep Abyss, must have sent his hunter's after him. He reached up to feel his burn scars that still resided on his face from the day he escaped.<br/><br/>The chains were a familiar feeling for Drell, or maybe he was going back to being Drone 19? It didn't matter, he thought for sure he was going to be killed as an example... That was, until he opened up his eyes to find that this wasn't the same Plane he was from. The aura was similar, and there were  traces of demons, but they were different sort.<br/><br/>Drell was sure it was his old boss who captured him at first, but that seemed no longer the case he thought as he examined his surroundings, seeing as the other captives were not demons, most of them being human in fact. He pulled on his chains again, thinking about how he got here in the first place.<br/><br/>He remembered being on the roof of the building he had worked at in the Mortal Plane, seeing nobody around he let out his wings. Despite him being very pale, His wings, horns, and tail were pitch black, contrasting with the rest of his body. He decided to fly for the first time in a while to stretch his wings, and it was then, when everything blacked out, only to wake up in the large circular room, with crumbling pillar's and a red light.<br/><br/>