Soon, rumors would come from the quaint, definitely-not-pirate infested island of Mina Solis, capital of the self-dubbed Kingdom of Nasou. A boat arrived, carrying a man in rags and chains, flanked by a handful of guards. A box- a present, it would seem- was thrust into his hands, and he was kicked off before the boat returned home.

The present seemed to be addressed to one 'Admiral Niclous Runeclaw'. As for it's contents... there were two things. One was a note.

And the other was the severed head of the Admiral's daughter, Katey.

The note read as follows, spoken out loud to those present:

Quote:Dear Nic,

I hope this letter reaches you in good health. Actually, that was a lie. Sorry!

You were one of the oldest friends I've had. I still remember the day we met- fighting a demon on my behalf, only to realize that it was futile. That I was much stronger than both it, and you. Sixteen years it's been, since that day. And things have changed oh-so much. And yet... you were never able to surpass me, were you?

I have always been a demon hunter. And now, I hear you've fallen so low as to become a demon sympathizer? It is disgusting. Abhorrible. An unforgiveable sin.

You have betrayed my trust in the most horrific way possible. And, for that, I will make sure you suffer a fate worse than death. Make you thank me for the mercy of death that I will inevitably be forced to grant you.

To prove to you my resolve? Here. The head of your daughter, slain by my hand for the same crimes you have committed. Like father like daughter, as they say.

I'll be waiting to take your head next, old friend.

-Lila, Athelios' Hunting Dog

The message was quite clear, it would seem.

Athelios' Hunting Dog was coming for him.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cbPKZSfheFY

It was not Niclous who found the body on the shores that day. But another. One who was suffering on his own. Yet continued forth. Trudging along the sand. Holding the head closely before wrapping it gently. To be placed into a well made wooden box from the trees of the island. Made by himself. Embalmed by himself. He began his work. Carving away at stone. Using his skills as an Artifcer. Creating a magnificent piece to show to the Island and all who came. A woman that resembled Katey, with white wings of feathers on her back. Pure in all aspects. The box laid to rest deep in the ground underneath. It was perhaps better Niclous or others had not been here for such. For war was over the Horizon. 

Yet he took this sacred duty and burden alone with him to do.

An inscription was made upon the statue.

' Though death separates those loved to those long gone, may your memory and good deeds remain in the hearts of many.'