Raymond K. Hessell

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After the raid, Aisengod's associates dispersed due to other things on their agenda, leaving him all alone. He had been seperated from Venorik, and the rest of his comrades. This causing him to become extremely paranoid. Was he trully the only one who made it out alive from the raid?

For weeks and weeks, he couldn't sleep. He could hardly blink. Scared awake. His only present fear now that the enemy toyed with him, watching him like a hawk from afar. Waiting for the perfect time to strike. Other than the occassional walk during the most populated times of the day, Aisengod never left his house, kept his windows boarded up so now one could look in on him and so he could attempt to sleep, without the urge to get up and stick near a window, watching back and waiting as well.

Footsteps. Someone got into his house and walked all through the first floor of his house. Aisengod froze in the middle of doing sit-ups. Not a single word escaped his mouth, or a single thought intrude in his mind. How anyone could enter his boarded up, dark, house he couldn't figure out.

Immediately rising to his feet, Aisengod walked softly to the stairwell, looking downstairs. The light of a candle could be seen coming from the living room, kitchen area. He made his way down the stairs and peeked his head around the corner.

There stood a man, five feet seven inches, short, spikey black hair, toned body, white cotton-like material shirt, and black sweatpants with a red stripe going down them. His hands worked with something, his body blocked the view.

"......What are you doing....?" Aisengod mustered up the courage to ask the million dollar question.

"I was wondering when you were going to come down Aisengod." The strange man replied as he brought the gatlin crossbow close to the candle to see the still present imperfections that caused bad accuracy and jammings.

Aisengods paranoia just skyrocketed and a chill came over his body. His worst fear had come alive. And it was repairing his broken crossbow.

"Calm down, you're sending off the worst vibes I've ever felt." The man spoke, turning his head to see Aisengod. "And look at yourself you're a wreck. It was the raid wasn't it? It's effects are kicking your ass aren't they."

Aisengod could not find the right words to say to the man that spoke his very mind. Except for one question. "What's your name?"

The man chuckled and turned to face him fully. ".........." The man's mouth lipped his name but Aisengod could not hear the words.

"What?" Aisengod asked as he walked closer to him.

"I said......" The man's voice trailed off again.

Something kept Aisengod from hearing the man's name. It made him think. This had to have something to do with the book he stole from the castle. The book of S.O.T.E must have had some magic type properties to it, that drove anyone except it's rightful holder insane. But, Aisengod had misplaced the book in his own house.

Aisengod closed his eyes tight and shook his head. Once he opened them again, he could no longer see the man. Aisengod became alone again.

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He couldn't believe what he just saw, was he going insane, had he already went insane from the book? The questions that played on repeat in his mind. Where had he put that damned book?

Aisengod walked out of the house to clear his head and catch some fresh air. Something just didn't fit right. Something made him want to burn his house to the ground to end the insanity that plagued him day in and day out.

He started walking, fast. Not sure where he wanted to go, he just walked, refusing to look back as he focused his mind on the nice breeze that ran through his hair and over his face. The farther away he got from the house the better he felt. He could think freely and normally.

It was as if-

"........No" Aisengod's nose alerted him that something was burning and burning badly. Smelt just like....burning wood. "..........No"

Aisengod rushed back to his house, hoping with every muscle in his body that the wood burning was not that which made his house. As much as he thoughted about it being gone, he didn't know what he would do without his house.

To replace the look of shock on his face, the end of the world would have to end. And nothing could take his eyes away from the flames that licked the slight openings in the door and parts of the windows.

The book. The first thought to flash into his mind, interrupting the bliss that he had for one moment. He had to get the book from the fire. He had to keep the book in his possession.

He couldn't move. He put everything he had into one step but he couldn't move his muscles. Then it came to him, the man he had seen earlier had everything to do with this.

He found it quite easy to turn around which removed the invisible shield that put so much pressure on him to restrict his movement. The man was right there, eyes fixed directly at Aisengod.

Aisengod couldn't believe it, the torch that the man held gave all the answers he wanted. He had done it, he had burned the house. He was the one who brought all of this unplanned bliss to Aisengod.

Aisengod turned around to face the fire and then looked over his shoulder to notice that the man that held the torch vanished yet again. But, the torch the man had, became in his hand. The heat of the flame tingling and dancing over Aisengods skin.

Eyes widening, legs growing week, Aisengod dropped the torch and began running in an open sprint away from his house, away from the nightmare that wouldn't end, no matter how many times he woke up with reality jolts.

He ran for the Dread Army base, hoping to see Venorik, hoping to put an end to the nightmare.

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(Man, it's been a while....)

Aisengod left for the base and returned an even more broken man. He never found the base. He never found his companions, he never even found Mina or Nakaris. He found himself to be trully alone.

He wished to go back home but, he had no home to return to. He had no one to go to for that matter. His "friends" deserted him, leaving him to rot. How was any man supposed to live with that? How was any man supposed to rebuild from that? The people he put his entire well-being into the hands of dropped him...all because he didn't rebuild himself from the raid fast enough. All because he tried to be a true self-less man.

But, not in there eyes. In their eyes he turned out to be the most selfish man. He turned out to be the weakest man, the one man that no one could stand being around. The one man that no one wanted anything to do with. The one man that feared being alone so much that he tried to put himself at the top of everything.

Desperate times indeed called for desperate measures. And now was one of those times. But, what was he going to do? What would he do? Where would he begin? Or for that matter, HOW would he begin? These questions plagued his mind as he walked through the ruins of his house.

"Gone...all of it...everything...." Aisengod muttered..."I trully believe I've reached the lowest section of hell."

Aisengod noticed something however, something that did not burn. Something that withstood the harshest environments, something that withstood nature and time.

The Book of S.o.t.E

That damned book was the very last thing he wanted to see, that damned book was the bane of his very existence. It brought him much grief, much stress due to it's value, and by far the most trouble when he thought it to be lost.

His first instinct was to take the book and destroy it himself but, the better part of him told him that one day that book might come to be extremely more helpful than it is a burden. But, with the troubles he was going through, that side of him was put on mute. He refused to listen.

"I wish, upon the very foundation I stand on that if I had not gotten you that my life would be so much better." Aisengod walked over to the book, staring down at it..thinking deeply.

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Aisengod sat down on the cleanest board he could find and but his head and arms on top of the book. Warm, frustrated tears fell down his cheeks...his stomach wasn't in the best of moods either. He wanted to puke every single organ he had up.

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For the sake of all that was healthy, he could not stop shaking and he couldn't get the one single thought out of his head that drove him the most insane. What if they were plotting against him? What if they were awaiting a slip up from him?

Aisengod forced himself up, he forced himself to take the book and go as far away as possible. All types of terrains and areas came into his mine but only one rang the most. The Kishahn Jungle.

He had only heard rumors of thsi jungle and how it was one of the last remaining that was still in it's pure state. Well, there was only one way to find out.

"It's now or never.." Aisengod thought to himself as he began to walk.."I can't look back...This is the point of no return..."