Chapter 23

Nox In all his years, his scenery has never changed. Endless darkness ahead of him. Endless darkness behind him. Each way he turned, darkness only greeted him. It was an old friend of his, that and silence. He had access to his vessel's memories, reliving them day in and day out, never any memories he could create his own. Ever since he was put into a soul of a child what felt like a millennia ago, he only saw death and war. Each soul lost, and he would be brought back. The soul would be stronger than the last, but the soul never lasted long enough. His spirit was the strongest of them all. He was deemed the mightiest of beasts, a King among them. They all worshiped him and feared him. Twenty six years ago, his spirit linked with a very young boy with black hair and red eyes. He was the first with this appearance that he came across. He had grown accustom to the gold, the silver and the generic. Crimson, almost blood like was a refreshing look for him. Though the child was young, he ma