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The drug had taken his life long before the fire destroyed his body. All his life Ahren de le Poer had been an addict; addicted to the opiates, and the alcohol. With these as his fuel, his body had been destroyed. His family blood and a disease his son spread shattered his mind. Even the demon that lived within him was the only sentient being left—and he was mad with the desire to infect the world and set it to flame. They had, on that last day, broken through a barrier. Until he had been completely mad, and until he was on the brink of death, Ahren had not known what his mother had done.
It was the demon that came to her, somewhere between the realm of madness and the depths of dreams. He and Ahren had become a singular entity; though until she had returned, under the scent of her blood had come to him, he had been sleeping as the creatures of old. The vision was much like the blonde at his time of death—one blind eye and hair streaked with black. He was grinning, as if he had expected this all along. “Hello Lillith,”a voice that was not unlike his own purred.
The drug had taken his life long before the fire destroyed his body. All his life Ahren de le Poer had been an addict; addicted to the opiates, and the alcohol. With these as his fuel, his body had been destroyed. His family blood and a disease his son spread shattered his mind. Even the demon that lived within him was the only sentient being left—and he was mad with the desire to infect the world and set it to flame. They had, on that last day, broken through a barrier. Until he had been completely mad, and until he was on the brink of death, Ahren had not known what his mother had done.
It was the demon that came to her, somewhere between the realm of madness and the depths of dreams. He and Ahren had become a singular entity; though until she had returned, under the scent of her blood had come to him, he had been sleeping as the creatures of old. The vision was much like the blonde at his time of death—one blind eye and hair streaked with black. He was grinning, as if he had expected this all along. “Hello Lillith,”a voice that was not unlike his own purred.