Bell tower

You were raised by your mistress where you were kept high in the bell towers of the mighty cathedral, she would always say that the world was a dark and dangerous place ‘they would think you as a devil’ she would say gesturing to your thin horns and large black wings. She was known to be both cruel and sadistic in nature with hardly anyone being safe from her wrath. You gazed down at the people below watching as they happily strode accords the street, free from turmoil, from fear and yet that was exactly what you felt, a fear of being rejected and hated by them.