It's been so long

Destined to wait forever, slowly, cruely, falling into his own insainty, collecting the dark around him. the unbarable rage to take his heart, locked in a place no mind comes by.
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Aiden died long ago. he was tricked, and murdered by his own people, to stilfe their rebellious plan. as a leader in the relvolutionary war against a king, he and his fire in his soul had been important to the cause. 
they sent him on a dangerous journy, and trapped him in endless vast lands. 
His rage, anger, and passion would not let his spirit leave as the void took his mind while he bled and froze to death. 
Not burried, undisrupted, lay his bones on the ground. 
And he cried. He cried out to his friends, oh how he wished to see them again, and how he wished for them to stay alive.
And he cried. He cried for all the things he had wanted to say, to do, to achive. 
All his dreams and visions.
A better future. 
But tomorrow never came.
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aah look im not completly dead!! I think i might be slowly getting out of my Artblock!

So this is the story (short version) of how Aiden's soul became a Devilbeast.

enjoy!

(c) me