I am the rebel son, the scourge of mankind, the nefarious dream of my own self, lost in borders of sanity, rising decaying thoughts on his own shadow.
This Demigod, born of fire and ice is getting too old, life has branded him, wearied him, consumed him, and at far the stars and the moon watched carefully as the sun tried to revive him, but there is no peace on the Demigod´s head or so it seams.
Where is peace for this creature, where is it that he can rest unbounded to hate and harm, to fight and kill.
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