Noct held love for unlovable creatures, hiding them away in an abyss of darkness, before the cruel creator would turn the world over and penetrate the warm cloak of shadows with the fiery purge of the sun. Humans thought the sun to mean life... Alas, this was only to their perspectives. For the noct dwellers, it meant death and despair... Whole families could be lost to the cruelty of the wretched daylight hours. So what if perhaps... The sun was blotted out? Yet the creator had thought of this already, and had shown as an example to those who dared defy him the consequences with the extinction of the dinosaurs. Many timeless creatures had pondered the same, telling a mere boy of sixteen the problematic situations, over and over again. He empathised for them, though he cared not. When a vampire invites you into their crypt and offers you shelter and food, you damn well accept their hospitality.
See Cryrax was... Unique. He classed himself as cursed, and therefore he found sanctuary in the underground. He thought himself human once, but for the last two years, he had been a mutant, with no whites in his eyes... Just the empty abyss of black to show for it. On that particular night, it was a common warlock who's home he had been led into. Typically weak, the guy bent to his every demands without question. And he asked for a lot. He was still a kid after all. Though he hadn't made him angry once the entire night. That in itself, was a rare blessing. A stoic expression showed on his features as he sat backwards in his chair, gazing out at the twinkling starry sky above. One day, he swore to himself, he would meet the creator... And kill him. Hell, if he managed that, he'd kill Satan as well, and only let the worthy take each of their places. However... So many nights starting absently at the sky, day dreaming, wasn't going to accomplish anything. Within his power, there had to be something he could do... A catalyst he could create that would tip the balance of the world in its norm. Standing abruptly and ignoring the exclamation by the warlock in surprise, he donned on his red and black hoodie from the coat rack, and left the run down hovel without even a thank you.
