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''Disappointing.''
At an early age, I began to suspect my parents didn’t want me around. Not long after that, I accepted it. After all, I didn’t want anything to do with them either. I had friends, and I had '''''Yana'''''.


This was Viktor Volesky's life in a single word. He wasn't the smartest teenager, nor was he the most handsome or most athletic. Aside from a preoccupation with goth subculture, he was average in every way. At home, he was invisible to his parents, who spent more time with their colleagues and drinking buddies than him. Aside from a few close friends and a beloved girlfriend, he was alone...
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''Wretched.''
In my youth I betrayed my brothers for power. As a reward, I was...humbled. I had power, but it would be made to serve my new masters. But I served dutifully, for the Kheldians would never take me back…


The Nictus ''Dimmed Aphelion'' was a murderer and a traitor to his fellow Kheldians. In those ancient days, his only reward for changing sides was subservience, and for eons he was little more than a lackey. The bonds of his servitude chafed, and one day he broke free of the Nictus. Once again, he was outcast...
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It was time for a party, but not like the “ragers” all the troglodytes go to. No, my friend knew people in the '''Skulls'''. I knew they were a gang, but...how cool right? To say that you partied with the '''Skulls'''? I had to convince Yana to come...


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Two of my dark peers, slain, and many humans...but I broke free of my bondage. No longer would I serve The Council's vicious ends. But neither could I return to the Kheldians, for how could they believe I wished to atone for my crimes? No, I would have to make my own way. But without a host, I was sure to perish…


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The party was in full force when we arrived. It was dark and moody, just what we were looking for. Drugs were swapping hands, Skulls were lurking in the corners. Yana was nervous - and so was I - but after some drinks, she dragged me out to the dancefloor. For a time we forgot where we were. But it didn’t last...
 
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There it was: a gathering of human youths. Surely I would find a willing host among them? For I could not bear another forced merger. Yet...the young humans began to disperse. I witnessed their law enforcement firing upon one of their criminal factions. Time was my enemy, and now fate, it seemed…


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''Dimmed Aphelion'' was doomed unless he could find a host. Unbound, he roamed Paragon City, seeking his salvation. ''Aphelion'' refused to force himself on the humans - he could not bring himself to continue what had been a long chain of unwilling hosts. Nevertheless, time was his enemy, and he sought quickly the nearest, healthiest candidate: a young adult human male residing in Skyway City. Viktor Volesky.
First sirens came, and most of us scattered. But before we could all clear out, there were gunshots. Yana and I were caught between the Skulls and the police. The cops hesitated. The Skulls didn’t.  


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He would have perished, had I not intervened.
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I would have died if it hadn’t come to me. But Yana...she was gone...
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I would not force it. I could not. So I offered him the same thing the Nictus offered me when I became one of them: life and power.
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I could not bear to live without Yana, but neither could I bear to let her killers go free.
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He accepted. His only condition: once joined, we would -
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Them.
 
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''Dimmed Aphelion'' was doomed unless he could find a host. Unbound, he roamed Paragon City, seeking his salvation. ''Aphelion'' refused to force himself on the humans - he could not bring himself to continue what had been a long chain of unwilling hosts. Nevertheless, time was his enemy, and he sought quickly the nearest, healthiest candidate: a young adult human male residing in Skyway City. Viktor Volesky.
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Revision as of 03:21, 3 November 2021



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We get the world we all deserve.


At an early age, I began to suspect my parents didn’t want me around. Not long after that, I accepted it. After all, I didn’t want anything to do with them either. I had friends, and I had Yana.

In my youth I betrayed my brothers for power. As a reward, I was...humbled. I had power, but it would be made to serve my new masters. But I served dutifully, for the Kheldians would never take me back…

It was time for a party, but not like the “ragers” all the troglodytes go to. No, my friend knew people in the Skulls. I knew they were a gang, but...how cool right? To say that you partied with the Skulls? I had to convince Yana to come...

Two of my dark peers, slain, and many humans...but I broke free of my bondage. No longer would I serve The Council's vicious ends. But neither could I return to the Kheldians, for how could they believe I wished to atone for my crimes? No, I would have to make my own way. But without a host, I was sure to perish…


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We get the world we all deserve.


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The party was in full force when we arrived. It was dark and moody, just what we were looking for. Drugs were swapping hands, Skulls were lurking in the corners. Yana was nervous - and so was I - but after some drinks, she dragged me out to the dancefloor. For a time we forgot where we were. But it didn’t last...

There it was: a gathering of human youths. Surely I would find a willing host among them? For I could not bear another forced merger. Yet...the young humans began to disperse. I witnessed their law enforcement firing upon one of their criminal factions. Time was my enemy, and now fate, it seemed…

First sirens came, and most of us scattered. But before we could all clear out, there were gunshots. Yana and I were caught between the Skulls and the police. The cops hesitated. The Skulls didn’t.

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We get the world we all deserve.


He would have perished, had I not intervened.

I would have died if it hadn’t come to me. But Yana...she was gone...

I would not force it. I could not. So I offered him the same thing the Nictus offered me when I became one of them: life and power.

I could not bear to live without Yana, but neither could I bear to let her killers go free.

He accepted. His only condition: once joined, we would -

Hunt.

Them.

Down.

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We get the world we all deserve.

Down.