Aranthemon

Battlefield after battlefield, his life filled with glorious victories, sword covered in enemy blood, power achieved not known to any other man, yet this king still struggled to find the meaning to his existence, he felt no satisfaction and constant unwuenched thirst for something more, but what he did not comprehend, it was his subconscious mind that drove this feeling.

So lonely in his dark web filled castle and towers he dwelled, frustrated and drowning in his dark thoughts, feeling no escape from the maze which he could not pass.

He scratched the walls and ate little, he sat in the dark in front of a candle and tried to look through it so many times until his perception of the world finally began to blur and to shift. No longer concerned with good or evil of men he was feeling a new power, from another world.

On a dark winter day an abyss to another understanding had opened it’s horrifyingly glorious door and he was ready.

They took him and taught him to control mere humans and lesser creatures with his mind. His eyes became black and carried terrifying secrets of cosmos within them and his mouth grew shut and disappeared, for no longer he had a need for human speech.

They also gave him a name.

Aranthemon.