Lekkion

It was always the shallow glare in those expressive eyes leaving others wondering who Cayden, the wayward goth boy was. Socializing was near bottom of his list of talents, revealing a dark nature with those eyes alone.

There were a few who got along with him, the loner type. A good time meant blaring Heavy Metal after school and drawing lewd caricatures in compromising situations—people they hated.

But Cayden had other friends, friends he kept secret. Friends he made in the darkest realms of fearsome souls...

The occult welcomed a loyal fan not long after he turned thirteen. Without consent, Cayden used his father’s financial accounts to make several disconcerting purchases. One said purchase was designed to be a harmless game to communicate with the dead. It took more than a special touch to activate its hidden properties.

The boy's unhealthy dedication to the Ouija held greater importance than the necessity for food.

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On the dark and demented eve of his 17th birthday, he solved the quandary and breached the barrier of Konnokten. The board quickly ignited with deep, red flames. Fierce wind gusts littered the air with debris in that small room of his parent's basement. A Supernatural haze, gray as the menacing thunderclouds, swirled three feet above the flaming board. Evil was present. Cayden backed into a corner nervous, yet fiendishly piqued. Evil couldn't wait to encourage his every interest.

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It was two more years when Cayden finally completed the fourth quadrant, unhinging the Circle of Hell.

Eight, diabolical entities permanently fused with him, each more sinister than the next. Cayden levitated from the chair with eyes ablaze, reborn as Lekkion—Destroyer of Faith.

With a simple flick of the wrist, a portal to a busy shopping mall opened.

The time had come, for a proper introduction.