On the dark desolated planes of the Abyss a young men camps near a tree. His face looks pale, hair long and dark, his eyes deep green like emeralds. Silence is all in these lands where only a few men wander, mostly lost souls. This is the birthplace of evil. You can feel it in every grain of sand and in every breath of air, the cold desire for destruction. The young man stares in the distance in silence. Speech has no meaning in a place like this; no one would listen or understand. God knows what creatures live here. Demons rule the Abyss for as long as it’s been there. They build it as a place of refuge in case of emergency. It’s empty and deserted now. Only a few creatures left, like the young man who goes by the name of Avitas.

 Compared to most of the demons down here this man looks like he doesn’t really belong in a place like this. But then again, looks can deceive… He stares into the flames in silence, his mind filled with an endless stream of thoughts. “Less movement, more mind”, is what he would say. Always a paradox, a balance in motion like the swing of a pendulum. He is playing a game, a very dangerous one. We all play games on our own level, but this man is above that level and his games are as well. His surroundings don’t concern him any longer, his battle has moved to the inside. His mind is divided, like all humans have a left side and right side of the brain. Always fighting each other at each choice that has to be made, an eternal conflict. It can be paralyzing, slowing down the process of planning and eating valuable time. Avitas knows how valuable time can be; in the heat of battle a mere second can buy a man’s life. How many men did he lose while stuck in the battle between left and right before he was able to make the right choices? His thoughts wander off and he sees the faces of fallen brothers, brave men who stood at his side once but who`s names have been lost in distant memories. Only the first ones really hurt, after that it changes into a simple procedure. Some stand some fall, not all men are born to taste the sweet smell of freedom. A man will never have more then he`s willing to fight for. Battle isn’t the prettiest act of nature, a necessary evil to reduce imperfection and work our way up towards divinity. A very harsh but natural way to consider things. The battle inside Avitas is so severe it drains all of his energy and turns him into a statue. Human emotions constantly defy logic, but logic constantly destroys our feelings. Somewhere in the middle they will meet and make truce.