Thread by @foxypaladin

WELL, his village went under attack and he needed to flee, leaving his parents behind, back in the times of Kitsune. They were betrayed from inside, by both former allies, and enemies.

After this, Lyean developed a hatred for aristocracy, knowing that most of them weren't good

After fleeing in a small with some survivors, he could reach Swordhaven, to safety. There, he had to start doing things by himself, trying to rebuild his life from dust. However, by some reason he was still being persecuted even there.

Swordhaven noble assassins and certain members of the aristocracy got against him, because they were contracted by the usurper back in Yokai. Someone wanted him dead, fearful of a comeback.

Lyean's hatred towards aristocrats and nobles grew. He understood, not only why they shouldn't be a thing, but that he'd need to fight back, for himself, and the commonfolk. If they were able to do that to him, so would they against the weak and the poor.

Using his past knowledge and new arts, including both holy and dark magic, following whoever that could help him. It came to a point he had to go on fighting every day, which served him to test his skills to a degree, as well.

One day, however, he was terribly overcome.

Being cornered, alone as he had always been, against enemies more skilled than ever before. Exhausted and challenged, he knew he couldn't keep up much longer. He thought of it as his end, taken over by his weaknesses, and his despair

But a miracle happened.

A rain of holy bolts slaughtered his enemies, and besides him, a celestial appeared.

Being as tired as he was, however, he fell down, and lost consciousness, for a while before he was safe.

He was taken to the celestial realm, as a means to be healed by his newfound allies

He came in contact with the sacred nature of the place, alongside Celestials as Aranx. He saw them as potential allies, and tried to learn their ways. Trying to accumulate the new kinds of healing and redemption skills he was welcomed with.

But with time, he considered that Celestials were rather passive, unconcerned beings. In a way, he felt limited about his doings, whenever he tried to fight injustice. He wasn't allowed to do more than help in rather extreme cases of need and no more, which, for him, was useless.

His rejective feelings towards the world he lived in grew, more and more. Not only was he persecuted and hatred, but now that he became more powerful, he was absolutely unable to do anything.

"You see now, how little they do"
A voice told him
"They offer you no option to go on"

The unknown one who was speaking to him, guided him to Dreadfire keep, promising he'd find the strength he needed.

In the Queen of Monsters' army.

Trained toughly against waves of demons, he discovered a darkness flowing inside him, flourishing from all the past scars and wounds, specially from his right eye, leaving half of his face extremely distorted.
And when he was ready, he became a loyal servant of the Queen.

Lyean became out of control. Letting all the bottled up feelings be manipulated by the Queen's followers made him be practically possessed, and used by them, like many.
They didn't promise change, but mindless devastation. And that idea was even more displeasing for him.

He needed to redirect all his emotions to his real objective, and to quell all the dark coming from them. This new power was to be forged into something he could truly use for himself. He wasn't going to be used again.

And he decided to flee far from them.

Finding himself in the ruins of a long-lost castle, he started making himself a place to live.

He started using his powers to gain adherents to his cause, and to strike down those who use their power against the weak. And he made them work, not for him, but themselves.

From all of them, some were really strong, fierce, wise and kind. There were even demons and darkened ones who followed a path similar to his. Lyean knew that they had the potential to become means for the big change coming.

Choosing the closest ones to him, he formed the Darkblades, a group of elite magical warriors who swore to be the "night before the dawn of the new era". To become cold assassins of the wicked, and the paladins of the weak. To become monsters the powerful were going to fear.

Lyean, naming himself now Anthalos Vixmund, just became a part of his own bigger project. His feelings were easen, and now everything was in motion.
He was going to have his revenge.

From the fruitful labour of his followers, an dark hope for the weak and the marginalized was finally built.

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