we are the foresaken.

[our decadency]

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Sebastien had spent his life working and toiling, serving and begging only to be rewarded by an afterlife. An eternity.

New clothes, new friends, new torture -- she was the bane of his existence, Angelique. Where once she had been his savior, she then became the foe.

And he became the friend, though now still he did not understand why. Perhaps a misguided loyalty to Angelique -- Sebastien was his duty and he kept with the charade all those years... through so much...

Even now, nearly four centuries later, the thought caused him pain. A physical non-fleeting, horrendous pain, right in the pit where his heart may have lain. Lord and Masters did not have the capacity for pain though, they were higher beings and so Sebastien put on his own facade...

hoping to hide from the demons of his past.



<center>Master of Los Angeles.
The City of (Broken) Angels.</center>