TrippyNightmare

Werewolf: The Apocalypse - Blood & Rain

Let us in king...

Werewolf: The Apocalypse - Blood & Rain

<Snipped quote by TrippyNightmare>

I take that as a yes. Did you see the latest episode yet?

@rush99999

Nay

Werewolf: The Apocalypse - Blood & Rain

Sooo... Does anyone here watch Hunter: The Parenting?

@rush99999

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Werewolf: The Apocalypse - Blood & Rain

I'm in.

Experience: Played the last W5 on guild also a V5 GM

Massive V20 head.

Concept: A drifter looking for purpose in a world that feels foreign to them.

alkaline.

_{DAY 000 ◆ C H A P T E R O N E}

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Pain was pleasure, in this eternal nightmare. He woke up thrice more in the night writhing in pain, The Harlot was a brutal mistress and quite demanding of one thing only. Total subjugation to her will, that is what she required so every day and night under the blade, burning or nought Alex continued to push through. Gritting his teeth and baring his fangs in defiance to her as she tried to break him, tonight was just another repeat of the nightmares from the day before. His body was marred by the torture and conditions, wiggling on his small cot bed in what could be described a cold and decrepit dungeon Alex held on. In his heart while heavy and tormented he knew she was coming, some way and somehow Elowen would blast the cell doors off it's hinges. That day has yet to come, but those bells would toll soon. Sitting upright in the darkness, he tried to shake off the doubt and pain of yesteryear. The feeling of Buvelle had faded, his neck was collared with a suppressing device of some sorts developed by the Harlot and her vicious army of cultists. Had he been able to do that in the first place this place would be turned into a hellish domain that Buvelle would enjoy as they tore up the place, but that was not the case. Alex was actually to starting to miss Buvelle, the cheeky bastard but he was still within him. Alex was the host, and Buvelle was dormant. The collar was always cold, a metal or alloy he didn't know and couldn't break - he tried, but to no avail. Finally pushing himself up from his seated position he looks up to the cold iron bars in the wall, a tiny slit for view to the outside to which he could barely see. The moon set the scene in the sky as moonlight bled into the cell he could look over and out to the industrial complex that was sprawling on the outside, atleast there was an outside to this god forsaken place. Planning escapes or breaking out weren't Alex's thing especially when he was being given a hefty dose of fuck you from the Harlot and her goons day in and day out, his hands easily rested on the cold lime walls of his cell as he thought and reflected on today and himself. Steeling his wits for the next day of pain that would surely come. Where are you, Elowen Sloane?

alkaline.

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It was hard to walk this road alone, without her. The mission was a simple one, put out the fires and stop the chaos. Alex, a weapon bred for war and destruction was unleashed with the Palmecia police. A man often accompanied by another, Elowen Sloane was alone moving into the facility. The trap was perfectly set by the Harlot, one the warrior wouldn't be able to intercept, intervene or stop. Dressed in his battle vestments he moved eerily throughout the facility, the team was behind him it was supposed to be routine. Laying a trap was easy but executing it was another then, upon turning the corner that's when he saw her. The Harlot wasn't someone you saw and lived to tell the tale, the woman was a myth and a legend. One that had materialized way too soon in a form way too lethal for Alex to handle. His eyes went wide upon seeing her, a stunning beauty mixed with the lethality of a vixen before he could warn those he led it was already over just like she planned. Her goons in camouflage and more aimed guns down this kill box as lead flew all he could do was to try and protect them but this was in vain, as he summoned Buvelle the Harlot was quicker what felt like a freight train struck him hard sending him to the ground as the slaughter continued. He was helpless. Stirring sometime later the smell of death and blood filled his nostrils, he was bruised and somewhat broken as his eyes returned him to this world. The hard black leather boot of the Harlot pressed against his chest, claiming her prize. He couldn't move, the soldiers around him secured the building, radioing in information and taking out the rest - the hopes and dreams of those who could not be protected. The Harlot looked down at him with a grin of glee, one a victor wore over her enemies at the end of a battle. She took in the win as the aches and pains of reality wore through his body with every waking moment, grunting he couldn't even remove the boot from his chest. "Bitch.." He hissed. The boot came up and it came down with a solid strike into the ribs, balling up was all Alex could do but even that freedom of movement was denied from him as the Harlot's harsh quiet words fell onto the ears of her lackeys. They grabbed onto his arms and tied him up, cuffed with the same technology that inhibited his Aeon he was subsequently stripped of any gear and identity becoming one of the many faceless victims of the Harlot. With the facility secure, he was dragged to the awaiting vehicles in the motor pool to haul him off to the Harlot's lair wherever it may be. He never knew, there was no VIP treatment for an Aeon wielder such as himself as a black hood was all he donned. ... Then it was all hazy, how long had he been there? Waking up in his cell he had that nightmare again, of not getting back to her. Alex was a lot slimmer since his captivity however long ago, muscle mass faded and injuries replaced his perfect sometimes soft skin. A black eye, a bloody lip, and marks from punches, kicks, and whips replaced the normal skin tone of the soldier. Some days he had trouble remembering, sometimes he would fight back against the guards and lose and then some days the Harlot would have her sadistic fun with him. The vixen herself tried to break him, and maybe it was working as his sanity crumbled under her torture on thing always came to mind that pushed him forward. Getting back to her.

𝙼𝙾𝙽𝙰𝚁𝙲𝙷 𝟷𝟶𝟷

Yes we're back, like a methuselah with a killer thirst to slake.

𝙼𝙾𝙽𝙰𝚁𝙲𝙷 𝟷𝟶𝟷

𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚕𝚢 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚜𝚎-𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚓𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚛, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚞𝚋𝚋𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚞𝚖𝚋 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗.

"𝙵𝚞𝚌𝚔..." 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚠 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚍𝚎, 𝙼𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚎𝚕'𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚑 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚙𝚎. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚛, 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜. 𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚘𝚐𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚑, 𝚜𝚘 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚓𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚊𝚕𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚎. "𝚆𝚞𝚝... 𝚃𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝙸'𝚍 𝚐𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚔𝚎𝚢, 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚞𝚢𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚑, 𝚍𝚒𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚎 '𝚗 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍?" 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚎𝚎𝚔 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍, 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚑𝚢𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝚗𝚘𝚠, 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚋𝚎𝚛. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚘𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚐𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚢, 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚌 𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚊 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚖, 𝚊 𝚋𝚞𝚣𝚣 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚏. 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚟𝚒𝚌𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚗𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚢 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚘𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚞𝚜𝚎. 𝙰𝚕𝚎𝚡 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚋𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚏𝚒𝚍𝚎, 𝚐𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚗-𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚓𝚞𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚎.

𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚂𝚌𝚑𝚖𝚒𝚝𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖. 𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚙 𝚜𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚕𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚗. "𝚀𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚋𝚊𝚐 '𝚎𝚖 𝚞𝚙, 𝚕𝚎𝚝'𝚜 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚒𝚝." 𝙷𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍, 𝙰𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙳𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚢 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚢. "𝚈𝚊' 𝚜𝚎𝚎-𝚍𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊! 𝙳𝚎'𝙰𝚕𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚐𝚢𝚊𝚕 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚖𝚘𝚗, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚊 𝚠𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚘𝚗!" 𝚢𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚋𝚊𝚐 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚊𝚗, 𝚠𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚙 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚞𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚊𝚗, 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚋𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚕𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗!

"𝚂𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚊 𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎.. 𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚊 𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚐𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚙𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚍𝚎𝚠𝚍." 𝙲𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚙, 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚛𝚔 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚂𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚞𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚙𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚌. "𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚘 𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚐, 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 ,𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚎𝚜? 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚐𝚊𝚢, 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘-"

𝟷𝟶𝟷, 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚊 𝚜𝚠𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚕, 𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚗. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢. 𝙼𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚊𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚄 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎.

"𝙽𝚘𝚠, 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚎?"

alkaline.

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There is ecstasy in pain, most haven't found it yet but it found Alex Meyer. Buvelle is an Aeon who has fallen from the sky some time ago, picky of who it chooses it needed a host to corrupt and fill with hatred, vitae, and more. The Meyer bloodline was found to be purchased in Buvelle's layered schemes. The Aeon is a trickster by nature, a sinner by virtue, and carries the demeanor of a new god. How and why this Aeon fell hard into the ground from the kingdom it once called home is still uncertain, it's taken a liking to Alex's innocence to mold him into the perfect soldier. Not one loyal to the resistance, but to the Aeon as the trickster's goal is unclear he is often thwarted of any real harm from Elowen and Yue's 'unasked for guidance.' So the Aeon slumbers, ready to manifest on the next instance of rage or revenge. Its powers consist of darkness, chaotic energy and an untapped power, in his worship Buvelle demands only the mischievous, sinful, and merciless follow his calling for they shall be granted access to a greater eternal enlightenment whatever that may be.

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