Chayliel
The Angel of Strength
Akuma was laying in the cell of the First Sons'. When am I gonna get out of here? I just want to be free again. I just want to be me. If only I could talk. Damn, I need to get out of here. He thought to himself. His breathing was heavy inside of his mask, but he was lucky enough to make a few small holes in it so he could breath. He sat upright, thinking he heard something, but he figured that he had just imagined it. Damnit. He started to lay down again, he tried to fall asleep to pass the time. Like he had been doing for the past two years.