Description
Being the spawn of the primordial embodiment of darkness and chaos does something to a kid growing up. I was left on St.Arthurs Orphanage for the unacquainted. I was an outcast even among the other orphans, most sensed something about me, that didn't sit well with them. My only friend was a half elf girl named Aleru. She wasn't put off by my strange aura or ominous glowing right eye. She protected me in my youth against the other children and we've been together ever since. I was now 18, living throughout the continent as a sort of investigator of sorts. Doing the odd jobs here and there. Missing persons, Demonic cleansings, Monster hunts. You name it. The wolves to the North and the vampires to the south, were in a constant struggle with each other. Threatening the capital which was stuck in the middle of both sides attacks. I had recurring nightmares, fighting a shapeless being of pure chaos. Usually ending with my death. But I was determined to keep that from coming to pass making enemies and allies along the way. On my way to defeat the King of Darkness. My Father. This is my 8th story. Which the roots of the plot and elements stem from my thoughts of many different media's. All feedback and criticism is appreciated to help me grow as a author.
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