As a child, he learned the brutal lessons of his High Lord: to kill a demon without hesitation, enjoy the thrill of a slaughter. All of the Lord’s lessons he took to heart. By the age of twenty-two, he made a name for himself in the Fourth Army. He was the High Lord’s perfect weapon, one that was wielded against all who opposed the Province of Lestrial. Yet, beneath the surface, the Lord was blind to see his weapon’s greatest ambition was to see him crumble to nothing.
He made all of Hell shake before his feet. There are many demons that have heard of how cold and merciless he was on the battlefield. Most, though, haven’t heard much else, for few actually knew him. I’ve seen him fight addictions to better himself in my eyes, I’ve seen him love and loose. He was the best friend I ever had.
This is a story that should’ve been told in his voice. It is a story of his revenge, his dreams of power and how he became the legend most know today. His name was Araken Astrales…He was the man I loved.