Rebirthed.. from the ashes of darkness, his human soul cried out. The very shockwaves of non-existence clashing against the earth causing the Kahthan city tremble.
Stepping out from those same ashes, a burning desire lay-dormant.. irrelevant was his intentions, only Chaos claimed stake in his heart.
Cascaded.. the tides of time collapsed against existence, purging his mortality.. he was whole.. the embodiment given to him Asura... Desolation would be his burden.
Approached by his bretheren, called forth.. the God of Darkness, the very essence of his Asuratic-Existence. Spoken to him in a slew of Rage.
"Step forth.. Arcteris, son of Chaos.. for these times call upon your devastative instinct, unite with those of Holy and seek out the truth!"
His pupils darted about, penetrating his eyelids.. two fiery-orbs with a vision of War bellowing amidst the land of Kahthan without a hint of emotion..
..13 Years Passed..
Bestowed to him, through knowledge of the mortal and immortal alike.. the art of Assassination. As if awakened.. the beast inside of him creating a calamity amidst the demon world.
Slaying.. monster after monster.. in search of the truth. He questioned his existence, He questioned his motives.. Wondering if humanity had created such a burden as emotion to fill his heart.
It was 13 years ago.. on the Day of the Dead (Halloween), that he had been risen from the ashes.. and he had never once questioned himself until now. He looked to his blood-stained hands.. taking
in every perception he could possibly succumb from the ordeal...
The cold-steel fell from his grip, his Swords of Ruin fall to the earth in which he was created.. and with a silent-thud fell to his knees.
A young cleric by the Name of Blayze.. who had also been given a chance to seek the truth of this world, noticed his despair.. Which wasn't unlikely.. as they both happened to be in the Graveyard of
Mourning. He approaced silently, as if not to startle the dark being.. he kept his distance. It was about that time.. that the tombs around Arcteris.. glowed of crimson and fire..
A voice rang out from the Earth.. "ARCTERIS, YOU TREACHOROUS THING!" A single column of fire errupted infront of him.. Blayze who had been watching, slammed his holy staff into the earth and chanted.
"God of Earth, grant me your strength.. in return I give you praise" A green aura illuminated amidst Arcteris's armor.. as hordes of the dead.. came marching into his range.. He wept.. And the blades fell
upon his body. Blayze.. terrified only watched in horror.. as his existence was erased.. just as quickly as it was birthed. He fell under the light.. of Halloween's Harvest Moon.

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