Light of the Devil
They whisper of the Gate as creation’s most bountiful grace, yet none dare question the exorbitant toll it exacts in return.
Nixxin stands among the exceptionally rare Gateborn—those prodigies who awaken the arcane threshold before their fifth year of life. From the very dawn of his consciousness, adversity has remained his most faithful companion. He has witnessed the tragic fading of those he cherished most, endured the cruel chains of captivity, walked the razor's edge of mortality, and suffered the unyielding malice of countless alien civilizations. All of this he bore simply for being a child of the void—a wanderer born amidst the distant stars, where his mortal lineage was denied the sanctuary of a terrestrial home.
Yet, his spirit refused to yield to stagnation. He forged his inner luminescence into a beacon of hope, soaring above the celestial domains of the gods to ascend the ultimate peak, transmuting into the very archetype of angelic grace that the cosmos yearned to emulate.
Enshrouded in the fathomless obsidian of an infinite expanse, he emerged as a solitary illumination toward which the lost gravitated. The more intensely he blazed, the heavier the burdens entrusted to his care. To the desperate souls whispering prayers for deliverance, he was an ethereal messenger of salvation, laboring tirelessly in the service of the divine. He became the very embodiment of divine weariness—the exhaustion of God incarnate.
Yet, as he gazes upon the tapestry of existence, he realizes a profound truth: to suffer for the sake of mortal morality is an irrationality of the highest order.
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