Dream_Lord14

In the wake of the Mirac Descent, Aven's true identity as an Original Vampre-wolf is unveiled, evolving into a Primordial Original Vampre-wolf after a fateful accident. Battling relentless assaults from 'Nature Balancers' and obscured supreme beings acting behind the scenes, Aven, once believed to be human, faces an inevitable demise.

As the world turns against him, Aven contemplates the point of survival in a hostile existence. With a mindset resigned to the icy depths of Hell, he plans his own demise. However, a dormant force within him, the true nature of the Abomination, resurfaces, challenging the predetermined fate dictated by nature and the world.

In a tumultuous revelation, Aven embraces a newfound resolve. Defying the river of time, he rejects the notion of surrendering to the world's expectations. Amidst crazed demonic laughter, he declares his defiance: "I will live not only to follow my heart's desires but also to spite those who seek my demise." Thus, a demon emerges, driven not only by personal desires but also by a defiant determination to spite all who wish him dead.

Eradawn: Mythos Unveiled

How the heck does that fucking creature want me to survive after landing from such great heights.

If not for the awesome strength of this young lord, am afraid I would have become a puddle of fresh and blood.

Well since the stupid creature did save my life I guess I can forgive it, but the fucking question now is what the fuck did it save me from.

Aven pondered, as he suddenly remembered the fearful dying scream of the tree entities.

It was truly chilling and scary to the limit, I felt as though all my organs had suddenly froze at that point in time, although just for a breath of time.

That was more than enough to actually convince me that the tree entities were trying to save me from something.

Aven murmured, his brows furrowed.

As he didn't like the fact that something seemed to be looming within the shadows yet he couldn't identify or find out what it is.

Succombing To Drowsiness