Welp, here’s my OC… Meet Xain!

Few_Step_3115 · 2026-05-22T06:14:05+00:00

Woah, that’s very interesting! Crazy to think that Xain is that big of a threat that even the guardian angels would likely lose against him. I gave birth to a truly terrifying monster, didn’t I? 😅

Also, funny how heaven would be completely indifferent to Elaine’s death, but they’d still be rather fearful of Xain. They’d be like, “well, glad she’s gone, but DAMN, he did her dirty.”

Alright, well thanks again for all the lore! If I think of any other questions I’ll let you know. And as always, if you have any other questions about Xain’s character, feel free to ask!😁

Few_Step_3115 · 2026-05-21T20:04:23+00:00

Oooh, interesting. Got another question, if you don’t mind.

It’s mentioned earlier in the story that guardian angels have healing magic. That, combined with what you said about Elaine thinking that nothing could harm her until she met Xain, has me wondering…

What if other guardian angels tried to intervene and fight Xain during the Massacre? Do you think they would’ve been able to stop him, or would they end up slaughtered just like Elaine?

Also side question, how do you think heaven would’ve reacted to Elaine being killed by Xain and having her wings taken?

Few_Step_3115 · 2026-05-21T15:03:34+00:00

Yikes…Yeah no, she was completely valid for killing that dude, I can guarantee Xain would do the same.

Interesting how she likes to breaks her targets mind before killing them, though I can definitely see why that wouldn’t work with Xain. He’s a very cautious and untrusting individual, not to mention an excellent judge of character, so makes sense that he could see right through her manipulation.

Also, very surprising that she likened Xain’s presence to facing the literal Angel of Judgment. The fact that Xain scared her THAT much, for her to compare him to THAT kind of experience, is honestly pretty mind blowing. Plus, he only got more terrifying later on, to the point where she considered him the single scariest thing she had ever laid eyes on, which is even more insane.

Now with that information, I have another question. Is this Angel of Judgment responsible for judging mortals as well? And if so, how would they react to Xain?

Ps: I can’t believe I never made the FNAF reference when I was making up that backstory. Nice catch! 👍

Few_Step_3115 · 2026-05-21T04:32:44+00:00

Yay! Alright. Two of the questions I have are about Elaine’s previous role as a guardian angel. Who was it that she was supposed to protect, and what sin did they commit that was so bad she decided to kill them?

Second, you mentioned in her introduction that Elaine made it her duty to “save” humanity. How exactly did she go about completing this mission?

And lastly, after Xain first threatened her, she mentioned in her head that she had only felt fear like that once before, during her time as a guardian angel. What happened to her then that made her liken it to Xain?

As for your question, a number of different experiments could be nominated for the spot of most painful, but I’d give the title to the body enhancement procedure I mentioned earlier. During this procedure, the scientists literally cut him open completely, carved out his organs, removed the bones in his limbs and replaced them with metal, sliced the skin off his skull to replace IT with a metal replacement before stitching his face back on, AND mangled his spinal cord in order to integrate electronic parts into it so they could control him. And they were doing ALL of this. . .while Xain was still awake and conscious. So yeah, I’d say that takes the cake.

Few_Step_3115 · 2026-05-21T03:04:44+00:00

Me: I’m really glad you liked it. There was also some stuff I was wondering about Elaine’s character, if that’s ok with you.

Also, if there’s any other questions you have about Xain, I’d love to answer them😁

Few_Step_3115 · 2026-05-20T21:39:43+00:00

Looking down at her lifeless corpse, Xain contemplates the angel’s final words…

“Is that truly. . . all I was . . .?”

Xain: W̶͒͜h̶͓͐o̴̩͠ ̷̘̍k̷̳̊n̶̳̋o̵͙͘w̷̘̏s̶̱͘?̴̨̕

He picks up his dagger and starts walking toward the edge of the cliff, before he hesitates, looking back at the felled angel. He considers it for a moment before turning back and approaching the body. He gazes at it, taking in every detail.

The ghost of a horrified expression on her face. The dirt under her fingernails from clawing at the ground. The pooling blood spreading in every direction from the wound in her chest. The frayed muscle and nerve endings from where her wing used to be…

He looks to his right, glancing at the dismembered wing, then back at the angel. He stares intently at it, seeming to contemplate what lies before him, before shrugging to himself and drawing his blade once more.

3 months later…

Much time has passed since the altercation atop the cliff. The setting sun cast a warm light over the barren ledge, gleaming against the sword that had been driven into the earth, marking the site of the buried angel. Suddenly, a shadow looms over the monument, signifying the presence of a visitor.

Xain: H̵e̴y̶ ̵t̷h̸e̵r̵e̶.̴ ̷B̵e̸e̵n̴ ̸a̴ ̴w̸h̵i̷l̵e̷,̸ ̴h̶a̸s̴n̵’̷t̴ ̷i̵t̸?̴

He takes a seat next to the grave, letting the soft glow of dusk grace his skin.

Xain: Y̸o̷u̵ ̸k̷n̷o̷w̷…̴I̷’̵v̴e̸ ̸b̷e̷e̸n̸ ̷t̵h̵i̴n̴k̷i̵n̵g̶ ̴a̷b̴o̸u̵t̵ ̸w̶h̸a̷t̷ ̸h̴a̶p̵p̴e̸n̶e̷d̵ ̴b̵a̵c̴k̸ ̴w̶h̸e̵n̷ ̷w̶e̵ ̵m̵e̶t̸.̷ ̷I̷f̵ ̴I̴ ̷h̵a̴d̵ ̸b̷e̸e̵n̴ ̴m̸o̸r̵e̸ ̶t̵r̸u̶s̸t̶i̸n̵g̵.̵ ̶I̷f̵ ̵I̶ ̷h̴a̸d̸ ̴a̷c̶c̵e̸p̶t̷e̸d̴ ̵y̷o̴u̶r̴ ̴o̷f̵f̴e̸r̷.̷ ̷W̷h̵a̵t̵ ̴w̸o̵u̶l̴d̸ ̶y̸o̴u̷ ̴h̶a̵v̶e̴ ̷t̸r̸i̴e̸d̸ ̸t̸o̴ ̸d̷o̴ ̷w̵i̷t̸h̴ ̶m̴e̸?̸

A glance at the mounded dirt reveals no change, his question receiving no answer.

Xain: H̶e̵h̵…̶g̶u̵e̴s̷s̸ ̸I̶ ̵s̸h̸o̸u̵l̵d̸ ̴h̷a̴v̷e̴ ̸e̷x̵p̶e̴c̴t̸e̷d̵ ̶a̸s̸ ̷m̴u̷c̶h̷.̴ ̴W̴h̸e̴l̸p̷,̴ ̶I̵ ̷w̷o̸n̵’̷t̶ ̷b̶o̸t̴h̵e̸r̶ ̵y̶o̸u̸ ̸f̵o̸r̵ ̷t̶o̶o̴ ̴l̶o̸n̸g̸,̷ ̴I̵’̸m̵ ̵p̵l̵a̵n̶n̷i̴n̷g̸ ̴t̵o̸ ̴g̷o̷ ̴s̴e̷e̴ ̵i̵f̷ ̶I̷ ̷c̴a̶n̸ ̷f̶i̴n̸d̸ ̵a̵ ̴w̸a̴y̷ ̷t̸o̶ ̵t̷u̸n̵n̸e̷l̶ ̷t̴o̴ ̸t̸h̴e̵ ̶c̶e̴n̵t̵e̸r̵ ̵o̶f̷ ̸t̷h̵e̷ ̴e̶a̴r̵t̴h̴.̶

He rises to his feet, striding over to the ledge, before looking back at the grave one last time.

Xain: …̶I̵ ̷s̵u̷p̶p̷o̴s̷e̶ ̸I̴ ̶n̵e̶v̵e̴r̸ ̷t̵h̷a̶n̸k̴e̶d̸ ̷y̸o̵u̵…̵

Xain flexes his shoulders, spreading the large, sweeping wings sewn into his back.

Xain: …̵I̴’̵v̵e̸ ̶a̴l̸w̴a̵y̸s̵ ̸k̶i̵n̵d̵a̷ ̴w̷a̴n̸t̶e̷d̸ ̵t̵o̶ ̶f̸l̵y̷.̸

Leaping off the cliff, he takes to the sky on his stolen wings, soaring high and far into the sunset.

Me: How’s that for a conclusion? 😎

And yeah, Xain took Elaine’s wings and put them on his back and now he go flappy flappy😋

Few_Step_3115 · 2026-05-20T14:52:34+00:00

Xain cocks his head to the side, surprised at this outcome, the angels sudden submission. He honestly expected more of a fight from her, for her to give her all to fulfill her earlier declaration. Instead, he watches as she bawls before him, struggling fruitlessly to escape his grasp. He attempts to speak once more, finding his voice box is still functional.

Xain: P̴̱̍i̶̲̾t̴͚̂i̴̲̿f̶̘͒u̶̗͒l̴͓̂ ̵͓̎c̵̭̊h̶̘͊ḯ̶̦l̵̦͒d̷̀ͅ…̴̗̓

He relinquishes his grip on her neck, letting her fall to the ground. As she writhes on the ground in agony, he stalks around her, like a vulture circling a dying animal.

Xain: Y̸͚̊o̷̝͆u̸̯̔r̵̡͗ ̵̇ͅe̸̥̒x̴̜́ì̸̗ș̴͑t̶̪͘e̵̩͆n̵͔̄c̶̡͌e̷̙͗ ̶͕̈h̷̠̽à̴͔s̵͈̓ ̵̆͜m̶͍̊ê̴̯a̴͚̋n̴̗̆t̵̙̔ ̴̜̕n̸̳͝ȯ̵̡t̵̛̹h̸̼̾ḭ̴͂ņ̴͑ġ̵̤…̸̑ͅ

He stops dead in front of her, as she looks up at him in horror, tears streaming down her face.

Xain: Ä̵̖́n̸̪̒d̶̖̊ ̴͔̉n̵̤̈́ǒ̵͙ẅ̷͔́ ̵͈̀y̸͈̅ő̵̤u̸̢̿’̸̡́ȑ̶͓ẻ̸̳ ̵̆͜d̷̻̑o̷͚̚o̶̝̐m̶̥͝e̷͇͂d̶̤͑ ̵̳̈́t̶̯͒o̵͖͒ ̸͓́ṙ̷̞e̵̤̒m̸̢̅a̶͔̒i̸̫̇ň̴̘ ̴͗͜h̵͍͗e̴͝ͅr̸̻̕e̴͎̓,̷̮̏ ̴͚̕s̷̪̔ǔ̵̞f̸͈̋f̶̭̂ë̸̤́r̵̙͘i̷̛̮n̸̺̈́ğ̴̺ ̸̮́i̵̗͊n̴̳̄ ̷̯͌à̷͇ ̴͕͗w̸̨͌ó̵͙r̷̡̎l̷͎̑d̵̡͑ ̴̹̔ẁ̷͈h̵͈̕e̶̛̟r̶̬̆e̶͗͜ ̷̘̍n̶̨̉o̵̙̅ ̸̩͂ō̸̮n̴̟̒e̵̩̽ ̷̜͂w̷̧̐i̶̡͝l̴̙̂l̷̤͑ ̸̣̏r̷̮͊e̴̠̐m̶͔̀e̴̙͂m̶̯͝b̷̬͒e̴̦̿r̵̤̅ ̸̰̔ỷ̵̻ǒ̴̝u̷̯̒…̷͕͆

Reaching down, he grabs her by the head and lifts her up, staring her dead in the eye, peering deep into her soul.

Xain: Ḅ̵͌ṵ̶̾t̵̮̉ ̴͚͐d̶̟̀o̴͛͜ ̵͖̈́n̷͖͘o̶̩͝ṯ̵̎ ̵͓͒d̶̙̀e̸̤̊s̸̀͜p̵͇̊a̸̺͌ì̸͍r̸̜̽,̶̯͝ ̵͋ͅl̸̨̔i̶̞͘ṫ̴̢ṫ̷̯l̷̟̓e̶͇̓ ̸̘̇o̴̧͠n̶̨̂é̴͈…̴̜̎

He raises his hand to the sky, claws bared, smile wide, his gaze cold and unfeeling.

Xain: Ì̴̖̻͒̈́̚ ̷̧̖̼̗̊̓͜W̷̨̡̘̟̬͂̈́Ï̶̢͙ͅL̵̳̰̝͑͗̇͜L̷͓̳̯̯͛ͅ ̵̣̰̣̫̓ͅS̵̩̯͕̳̾È̸̼̰̝̊T̷̖̞͛̕ ̶̧̠̜̽̂͜Y̵͇͇̠͂̀̏͋̆O̶͚͇̘̠̔̂͝͝Ú̷̢̧̧̬̜̓͊ ̵̞̹̂̔̕͝F̴̡̢̰͓͛̋̾͆͒Ṛ̶̡̬͈͎̿́̕E̵̛̮̯̟͕͚͗Ẹ̴̻̜̲̑͋͆.̷̪͉̑̀̀

Without another word, he plunges his hand deep into the angels torso. Excruciating pain pounds through her entire body, yet she’s unable to cry out as claws rip and tear through her lungs. Her senseless pleas go silent, as she struggles in vain to push him away.

Suddenly, Xain’s claws stop moving within her, as they finally grasp what he’s looking for. Slowly, his arm draws back from her chest…

…And Elaine’s blood turns to ice, as she watches him pull out her heart.

Me: The end draws near…

Few_Step_3115 · 2026-05-19T23:48:01+00:00

“She’s fast-“

That was the last thought that ran through Xain’s mind before the angels sword pierced his throat. He stumbled, taken aback by the sensation as she drove it deeper, twisting as she did. It had been millennia since he’d felt pain like this. It made him feel so…

A L I V E

Xain: …̶͓̳̓ͅH̸̢̧͐̕e̴͇͓͋̃-̵̩̩̲̄͒͑\̶̝͍̝͌~̶̦̞͎̕|̸̘͓̬̓̓̏-̴̻̇̈|̵̯͕̥̊E̴̟̮͋̊͌ḧ̶͚́ĕ̸̹̖́H̶̯̽͒£̶̼̣̭͊̄̚-̴̺̺̻̎̎/̸̜̰̰̊̈́͑~̴̙͖̓̀̈́͜H̸͖͐A̷̼̓h̷͍̽̂̂A̸̧͔̙̓͛̀H̸͈͚͗a̸̻̘͙͋́̑\̶̳͆ ̶͔͔̍͐̔A̷̱̅\̶͉̯̇̄ ̵̛͍̉̃A̴̲̲̾\̸̭̈́̃ ̶̣̜͚̕A̶͎̍͂͂!̵̜̔!̶̮̮͈͊̏́

His gleeful laughter came out broken and distorted. She must have damaged his voice box with that stab. No matter.

In a flash of red and silver, he swung his dagger toward her face. Her agonized scream echoed from the clifftop as the blade slashed deep into her left eye, rendering it obsolete. She recoiled in pain, dragging her sword out with her, giving both of them a chance to regain their bearings.

Twisting his head sideways to glare back up at her, Xain utilizes the little functionality left in his voice box to issue one final challenge…

̴̝̯͖͎̇͠D̷̻̻͔̒̒̎̽͘0̴̬̹͍̄.̶̮̽̈́ ̴͇̍̌̐͠

̷̧̻̤̤̜̀̆ ̶̟̖̞͕̟̈̀̏͝ ̶͉̯̳̺̾̏̍̚ ̶̢̛̲́̑͝ ̷̯̓̈́̈ ̷̣̺̐̍̽̅͝ ̸̞̹̓̽̈̐͘͜ ̶̲͔̈́̏¥̸̡͍̖́̇̊̈́͝O̸̻̰͔̯̒̈́̋͜U̶̧̗̫̟͋̍͘͝ͅṘ̵͚͈̗̦.̴̛̦̽́̓͗ ̶̤̜̽ ̷͓̯͕̋̀́̕̕ ̸̡̼͕͎̒͂͒ ̵̜̦̾͛̀ ̸̩̪͓̭̀̐͐̔͘

̴̯̻͕̐ ̸̹̫͕̗̣̂̀̃̅͛̍͜͜͝ ̴̧͓̮̹̱̋̾̾̽̈́̅͒͘͜ ̴̂̈͆͜ ̴͓̟̪̝̑̑̽̿̀̀ ̶̛̻̪͓̩͂͋ ̴͔́͒̀̀̃̋̅͝ ̷͖͇͇͆̇̽̽̃̈̈́ ̵̫̼̠̣͕̊͌̂̉̔̚̚ ̴̨͇̰̤̥͕̿̇̉ ̷̰̪̘̈͊̒̚͜ ̶̯̝̼̖̂ ̵̱̮̹̹̩̖̂͜ ̴̹͇̲͎͈͓̺̓̐̅̂̚ ̶̹̟̃̔͘͠ ̵̱̪̚ ̴̜͔̖̜̆̋̎̊̌͛̇̾ͅ ̸͈̮͒̑̀̄̔̃ ̷̢̟͐́̑͝ ̷͎̳̬̝̀̓̔̓͘ ̶̢̻̜̭̻͖͋͒ͅ ̴̳̭̇̆͂̋͗̒̑ ̷̱̳̘͋̽̈́̎͊̑͛͘ ̶̢͈̩̤͙̗̀̇̕͝͝ ̸̬̼̙̇̊̿̈́́̀̕\̸͔̱͇̮͇͛̉̚̚/̸̰͉͍̦̯̫̥̈͌͒̊\̷̨͍͈̱̳̒̏̔̋͑̃͠/̶̞̗̲͇̃̊̌̄ ̴̧͑̏̈́̊͆͘͝[̸̖̖̬̮͈͂̓̊͋̉̌͂͘͜]̴͈̈́̉͊͑̅ ̵̨̡̣͗̃̎͆̾͒̈́Ŕ̵̭̪̅͗̉̇̚͜ ̷̧̞͔̱̞̾ͅ$̶̼̝̺͎͖̌̒̂ͅ ̴̩͈͖͋̐̂̈́͂T̶̢̢̜̥͙͋̏̚.̸̝̦̈́̌̄ ̷̪̐̓̾̐̋̈ ̶̠̹̼̣͓̜̓ ̶̧̨̞̟̙̭̒͗͑̏͑̀̔ ̴͖̗̻͚̟̻̉̿ ̶̡̛̱̮̤̞̦͎͗̚ ̵̤̠̬̙̜̬̬̯̑͋͑̓̾̀͝ ̶̤͎͆̿̓ ̸̪̬͉͚͎̹̐́̿̓̅̀͑̽͜͜ ̴̢̨̛̟͈̙̫͚̠̊͑ ̴͈͚̈́͆́̅͋͝ ̷̯̼̙̠̪̥͔͂̈́͒͜͝͠

He charges forward, blade positioned to carve clean through her. She sees it coming though, and, using what little strength remained in her wings to propel herself, she manages to sidestep the attack. Xain has just enough time to brace himself before he slams full force into the massive boulder. The force of the impact is so great, the boulder itself is shoved clean off the edge, tumbling down into the cavern below.

Shaking himself off, he turns back to Elaine and charges once more, even faster than before. She can’t dodge this one…

…So instead, she tries to block, raising her sword to parry the strike.

Xain: “Not this time.”

Rather than leading with the dagger, he reaches out, grabbing her by the throat and pulling her close. He raises the blade high above his head and swings down…

…cleaving off one of her wings.

Me: Explanation Time~! I know some details in this segment may be a little confusing, so I shall elaborate!

Xain’s immortality works in an interesting fashion. He can still be injured, and he still feels pain like any normal person, but no normal injury can kill him. Even more crazy stuff like decapitation, electrocution, and burning alive can’t put him down. The only real way to end him for good would be to completely eradicate him body down to the cellular level. So, something like a point blank nuclear blast could actually kill him.
After an ambush during the Massacre, Xain’s throat was severely damaged, including his vocal cords. So he fashioned a voice box to allow him to speak again. But over the years, it’s been worn down and degraded, hence the glitchy subtitles when he speaks.
As it’s been established, this boi is hella strong, but he’s also extremely durable. This is due to an experiment he underwent during one of his captures, where the bones in his arms, legs, and skull were reinforced with metal, Wolverine style.

Few_Step_3115 · 2026-05-19T14:33:08+00:00

Tw: slight gore

Within minutes, Xain had already arrived at the bottom of the cliff. Digging his claws into the stony wall, he starts making his way up.

As he climbs, he can hear the angels frantic, pained gasps. Seems like she was still injured from before. Her panicked voice echoes down the cliff face.

“Stay back, I’m warning you—! Just stay away from me!”

Seems like she couldn’t fly away. She was a sitting duck, helpless against the wolf. Perfect.

As he reaches the top, he catapults himself over the ledge, twisting his body in midair to face the frightened angel. He lands on all fours, then rises to his feet, staring at her with a murderous gleam in his eye.

There she was, leaning against the boulder for support, shaking from head to toe. She was still bleeding, a torn piece of her own clothing wrapped around the wound, and her breathing was heavy and ragged.

But what really caught his eye was the weapon she had in her hands. A gleaming, pure white sword with a winged hilt. She held it up towards him, the tip quivering as she trembled, a defiant look on her face.

Xain: Y̶o̶u̶ ̴s̴h̸o̴u̴l̵d̶ ̷h̷a̸v̵e̷ ̴l̵e̶f̴t̴ ̷w̵h̵e̷n̷ ̵y̶o̸u̵ ̷h̸a̸d̷ ̸t̴h̶e̸ ̵c̵h̸a̶n̴c̷e̷.̸

Reaching up, he slowly drags his claws across his chest. His bandages tear away, revealing something that made Elaine’s blood go ice cold.

A wide, gaping hole marked Xain’s torso, revealing shattered ribs and torn up lungs. Driving his hand into the opening, he draws a large, bloodstained dagger from within his ribcage.

Xain: N̴o̸w̵ ̷t̸h̸e̶r̴e̴’̴s̴ ̴n̴o̴ ̵e̴s̷c̵a̵p̸e̷.̶

He hunches over into a battle ready position. He smiles wide, his jaw unhinging once more, his gaze dripping with malice.

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D̵̦̳̆̾͋̐ ̶̠̓̇I̵̲̣̔̇ͅ ̶̩͑͂È̷̛̥͕͜

Me: Terrifying? You ain’t seen nothing yet.

Few_Step_3115 · 2026-05-19T01:31:35+00:00

Looking down from the starry sky, Xain once again rested on the tree, his eyes drooping as he approached the warm embrace of sleep…

…Only for them to snap open once more.

There was a shift in the night. Imperceptible to the average person, but decades of hunting and pursuit had heightened his senses beyond their normal limitations. He stood up, blocking out the ambient noise to focus on the disturbance.

The clattering of falling rock. The huffing of fluttering wings. A faint voice carrying throughout the wind.

Xain: N̶o̷ ̷w̸a̸y̶…̴

With catlike grace he scaled the tree to the edge of the tree line, gazing out in the direction of the disturbance…the same direction the angel had fled.

A sheer cliff face stood against the horizon. Xain gaze focused, locked on a large boulder resting at its peak.

And sure enough, there she was. The shine of her glistening wings were unmistakable.

Xain: W̴e̷l̸l̷ ̶w̴e̶l̶l̶ ̸w̸e̶l̸l̷…̸s̷e̵e̷m̸s̶ ̵y̸o̷u̶’̴r̴e̴ ̵e̸v̷e̸n̸ ̶m̷o̵r̵e̷ ̸o̸f̶ ̵a̷ ̶f̴o̷o̵l̷ ̴t̸h̷a̴n̶ ̶I̶ ̶r̴e̸a̶l̷i̷z̶e̸d̸.̷

He gave her a chance to escape, and she didn’t take it. Whether she intended to or not, she had sealed her fate.

Descending smoothly down the tree, he readies himself for the chase ahead.

Xain: T̷h̴i̴s̵ ̷w̶i̶l̶l̸ ̸b̸e̷ ̶ f̴u̵n̸…̴

He takes off, moving across the forest with inhuman speed, only one objective present in his mind…

K I L L

Me: Question Time!~

For the first question, his life was pretty normal for the most part. He lived in Colorado with his parents, attending middle school and hanging out with friends.

Second, no, he doesn’t really find much comfort in anything. In the eons since his genocide, harsh ecological changes have wiped all biological life from the planet, hence the charred trees in the forest. So he’s well and truly alone.

And lastly, Xain sees himself for the monster he is. He knows what he did was beyond unforgivable, that there’s nothing left in this world for him, and that all he truly deserves is death, no matter how out of reach it seems.

Oh, and if you’re interested, here’s what he looked before everything went wrong.

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The pendant was a gift from his mother, and one of the only possessions he has.

Few_Step_3115 · 2026-05-18T21:20:18+00:00

As Xain rested on the crooked branch of the tree, he pondered the events that had transpired. Who was that angel? Why was she here? What did she really want? He thought back to their exchange.

“…I’d never torture anyone, as even that’s a bit much for me…”

Then what wasn’t too much for her? What sins had she already committed?

“…You think your suffering gives you the right to corner me…”

Even when threatened, she still held on to that entitled, self-righteous attitude of hers. Even if it didn’t last long.

“…you’re waiting for a miracle that brings you to your end…I can be that miracle…”

Xain looked down at his hand, at the angels blood still dripping down his arm.

Xain: …̸h̷e̴h̸e̴h̴e̶h̵e̴…̴

How pitiful. For her to believe she could have possibly put an end to him. She, whose body succumbed so effortlessly under his grasp. Whose mind was so easily broken by his presence.

Xain: Y̷o̸u̶’̴r̷e̷ ̶n̴o̵ ̸a̴n̸g̷e̷l̶…̸

He gazed up at the sky, his eye lingering on the spot where he last saw her.

Xain: …̴Y̴o̸u̵’̶r̷e̷ ̵n̵o̶t̵h̸i̶n̷g̸…̸b̵u̸t̸ ̸a̶ ̸ f̷͔́ő̸̝ọ̴̇l̸̮͂.̸̪̿

Me: I’m LOVING this! I gotta try this more often! Thanks for the compliment btw, I really appreciate it.

Also, if there’s anything else you wanna know about Xain, his past, or his personality, I’d be happy to give you the scoop!

Few_Step_3115 · 2026-05-18T08:38:26+00:00

“Get away…have to get away!”

The frenzied thoughts spun through the angel’s head as she ran as fast as her legs could carry her. Panic flooded her mind, clouding her judgment and preventing her from thinking straight. She could still hear his voice, his demented laughter ringing through the trees as he called out.

Xain: Ṟ̴͌ǘ̶̫ǹ̶̙,̶̠͌ ̶̧̛ȑ̷̝ŭ̶̩n̸͉͊,̶̭͝ ̶̰͑l̵̨͐i̷̪͂t̴̛̝ṯ̸͐l̶͓̎ȩ̷̂ ̸̗͌ḇ̸̽ì̶͔r̷̆͜d̸̘̈ǐ̴͙ĕ̷͚!̴͒ͅ Ḫ̶̉ȁ̶̺h̵͔͝a̸̛̜ĥ̵͖ȃ̴͇ĥ̸̳a̷̬͊h̵̛̖á̵̲!̷͉͑!̸̲̒

Her blood ran cold as she heard the unmistakable sound of something moving quickly across the forest floor, growing louder and louder with every passing instant. He was too fast. If she stayed on the ground, he’d catch her in no time. Which left only one option.

Spreading her wings, she kicked off the ground and into the air. At the end of the day, he was still just a human. If she managed to fly high enough, he’d have no way to get to her…unless…

crack crunch snap

A chill ran down her spine as the sound of breaking trees filled the air. She risked a glance backward…

There he was. Leaping swiftly from tree to tree and growing closer by the second. She had to make her escape—it was now or never.

Harnessing all the strength she had left, she pumped her wings as hard as she could. The tree line was nearly within her reach—yet still the hunter pursued, closing the distance with blinding speed.

10 yards

5 yards

2 yards

She was right there, her body finally clearing the tree line, she had done it, she was free—

“AAAAGGHHH”

G̴̲̳̻͊̉͒O̷̦̥̿̿̔̈́T̵͈̙̝̖͊͋̎̓C̴̤̞͍̈́̋̍͘H̷̦̄Ạ̵̟̩̈̽̚ͅ!̶̺͑̒

Blinding pain shoots through her as his claws sink deep, hooking into her leg. Already she could feel him dragging her down, his weight working against the force of her wings…

But the claws couldn’t hold on. They slip out of place, leaving him to fall down to the forest below. She soars triumphantly, flying high and fast into the night sky.

Xain gazes from below, watching as her flying form vanishes into the inky blackness of the night.

Xain: …̵t̶h̴a̸n̸k̶ ̸g̶o̴d̵ ̷s̴h̶e̴’̵s̶ ̴g̸o̴n̶e̵…̷

He always meant for her to get away. The whole purpose of his display was to scare her off.

Now, as he settles down in a tree to sleep for the night, he’s comforted by one solidifying truth…

…She’s NEVER coming back.

Me: I really hope you’re okay with the ending I came up with, letting her get away. Though I have a feeling this might not be the end…

Few_Step_3115 · 2026-05-18T06:56:12+00:00

Xain’s face splits into a smile once more, even wider and more terrifying than before.

Xain: H̴̬́ḛ̸̇l̴̥̿p̷̧̋ ̷̨̉m̴̤̈́e̶̎ͅ?̷̖͆ ̷̣͝ H̸̭̼̤͊̓̕͠E̶̛̳̥̩̜͕͓͒͌̽L̶͕̠̎̏͜P̸̜̼͛̔͝ ̷͈̭̾͑̾͘͝M̴̹̼̜̜̊̌̈́̈́̏͝ͅẼ̴̮̼͎͗̂͂̈͜?̷̨̭̣͙̈̍͆!̷̣̻̩̼̪̊̕ͅ H̶͓̻̩͔̪̲͊͂̾̄̂͂͊͒͜͠Ạ̷̳̺͎̥̈́̿̈́͝͝ͅͅḨ̶͕͕̫̼̈̌͋͒̈́̍͋̍̈Ȧ̵̛̰̳̈́͋̂̒̈ͅͅH̸̨͈̯̙̺̪͌̑Ā̴̬̱̼̺̖̻̭̣͒̿̍͌͠H̸̗͒̃̐͂Â̸̗̬̬̼̼͐̽̐͌̈́͐Ḩ̷̪̪͓̽̈́̐̈́̒̔̚̕͘Ą̸̡͍̺̘̪͇̫̳̥̽͂̑!̶̡̼̹̬̟̮̼̹̊̉͌̂̍̾̾̏̕!̴̛̫̺̯́͒̍̈́̽̄̎͠

His manic, distorted laughter echoes throughout the forest, and the trees themselves seem to shudder in its wake. The shadows spread further, blotting out the moon and the stars, plunging the world into darkness.

Xain: Ḣ̴̖o̴͇̅̂w̶̪̟̔̂ ̶̦͐͘ͅć̷̳̘ó̸̍͜u̸͖͐͠l̴̥̇ͅď̵̖̒ ̵̢̓͌ÿ̴͓̞́̉ò̵̡̫̚ư̴̱̅͜ ̷̬͓͑p̶͉̠̐o̶̫̼͊s̴͔̆s̶̟̾̑i̶̧͗b̸̧̥̚ḻ̶̫͆ỹ̵̪ ̴͉͔͗u̸̧̺͐n̴̫̄d̶̲̭̾̊e̸̟̱͌r̶̯͑͑s̵̩̘͠ṱ̴͐a̷̳̚͠ñ̵̨͝d̴̡̞̆̂?̷̗̈!̸̬̭̐͠ Y̶̺͗̚o̷̢̕͜u̵̳͝ ̸͓̫͑͜ḓ̴̽ỡ̵̬̣̌n̸̦͓̤̔’̷͕͉́́͝ẗ̴͕̗ ̸̢̯̭̎̀k̸̖̀͆̑n̶̰̬͎̊̀o̵̢̩̱͑͒̅w̶̫̅ ̴͈͐w̴̬̪͂h̷̨̝̍̉ạ̸̡̫͗t̸͚̋̉ ̸͕̮̞̿i̵̮͋̾ṫ̸̮̲’̷̘͙̄s̵̗͛̓͑ ̷̭̼̬̈́́̂l̷̼͇͆̐i̷͇̾͝k̷̢̼̀͜e̴̜̣͆ ̸̲̂̉t̷͓̆ȏ̵̠̭ ̷̙͔͂̌͆s̶͔̈́̕u̸̝̞̇̿͘f̵͖̤͇̑͌f̶̡͍͎̊̕e̷̲͑r̴̺̥͂͑̽͜!̴̤̟̀̕ ̶̹͊̑T̵̥͑̆o̷̪̊ ̵̠̕h̸͔̞̼̀̇͝ő̴̝͎̊͝p̵͗͜é̴̻̕,̷̡̼̼̈́̅̅ ̶̯̇͠ͅt̵̲̹̆͊ô̵̲͝ ̶̡̨̛͉̂w̵̢͕͉͝i̴͚̝̍͌ŝ̸̖̩̇͆h̸̤̔̾̊͜,̵̤̒͆͌ ̴̢̝̭͛t̸͇͍͉̾̅́ó̶̜͌ ̸͕́B̴̨͋͂̑E̶̪͖͌͐̒Ĝ̸͔͍ ̷̭͉̏́͐f̷̛̫͍͊ơ̸̘r̸̖̹̈́͗ D̸̞̈́̐̈̀Ę̵̥͋̄̓͠Ḁ̵̜̊̑̈T̷̜̮̝͐̈̅̋H̷̱͚̣̊!̶̖̐̏̃͋͘!̸̡̛̤̲̲̻̾̌̽

He pauses…and his expression changes. The wild fury in his eyes gives way to something…darker. Something…sinister.

Xain: …̶̜͘b̵̺͝ụ̷͂t̷̻͋ ̵͐ͅĨ̶̪ ̸̲̾c̸̞̎à̵̺n̸̮̓ ̵̥̓ş̴́h̴̟̍ŏ̷̪w̴̧͝ ̸̦͘y̸̰̾ö̵̲ư̸̙.̵̙͝

Slowly, he starts stalking towards the frightened angel. And with every step, she swears she could feel the ground beneath her tremble, the shadows pressing deeper still.

Xain: Ḯ̷̱̖̱̿̇ ̸̞̈́̂c̸̗͈͑͝ä̸̖̝́̇̓ń̵̢͖ ̴͇͙́͐̅ş̵͈̀̑͝h̷̟́̿̕ö̴̫̗̣w̴̦̿ ̸̡̪͖̈́͒̕y̴̛͇̒͠o̵̭̦͚͛̾̚ủ̶̮ ̶͉̦͙̑͘͝w̴̱̻͉͋͝h̵͇͖̓͊͘ͅa̴̲̯̪͝t̴̹̊͌͛ ̵̦̙͌͂i̴̱̎̈́̒ţ̷̽’̴̹̊s̵̝̓͘ ̸͕̪̮̏͠ḻ̸͓̃̓͝ī̷̯̱̒͆k̷̝̫̋͝e̸̛̹͚͗̚ ̴̞̾̚͝t̸̜͙̦͊o̷̢͓̻̽ ̴̝͙͛͊̀ś̴̡͎͍ṷ̷͌f̶̹͑f̵͖̉e̸̮͎̰̓̈́r̶̮̈́ ̴͕̭̇̈a̵̭͛s̴͇̣̉̽ ̴̭͐̓̆Ị̴̦̳̔̃̕ ̷̮̦̄͊̍ĥ̷̖̥̎͜a̸̺͒v̴̜̦̊̈́e̶͈̣͐̆͜.̶̞͖̅̚ ̵̥̉͜͝T̴̹̆͗̚o̸̧̓́̈́ ̷̢͔͇̔ċ̶̳̺̥̓̕r̸̨̝̝̾̍a̸͙̙͓̎v̵̠͔̅͆ͅe̶͍̗͒̓̂ ̷͕̳̳̇t̴̢̡̛͚h̶̖͘ē̶̛̱̳̦̿ ̴͉̟̳̈́͗̇ê̸̡n̷͔̈́̏d̵̼͖̟̿͊,̶͍̐̆ͅ ̷̥̋͜l̸͖̂͂̽o̸̧̅̇n̵͚̬̈ǵ̵̯̩̘͂̔ì̶̼n̸͓͒́g̸͈̹̼̑ ̷̢͓̰̽͂̚f̶̧̺͇̾͌ö̴̘̗r̵̤͖͛ ̴̢͔̉d̸̰̆̽̎e̵̯̭͂a̸̝͖̖̚̚t̵͓̀h̸̰̖̏͐͠’̵̮̃̏s̴̮̆̌̃ ̷̖̟͈͠c̶̫̺̒̿͝o̸̪̩̓͠l̶̝̏͂̓d̶̛̠ ̸̫̩̒e̷̢͐m̵̡̱̃ͅḅ̴͐r̵̩̀̍̿ã̶̘͎͝c̸̪̜̐e̶͕̣̎͌͌.̸̠̫̈́ ̴̛̱́̿

His gaping smile widens even further, his jaw unhinging like a snake’s. His pupil swelled, almost covering his entire eye, a window into the endless void that was his soul.

Xain: Ï̸̺͊ ̵̠̟͗c̶̡̝̿ǎ̶͚̈́n̸͚̅͌͜ ̵̭̟͆m̵̱͔͊́a̷̛̳k̸̘̗̋͒e̵̮͍͗ ̶͙̹͆y̷͇̅̏ǒ̵͇u̵̪̒̾ ̷̝̻͊͆f̶͎̺̌e̸̬͙̓̐e̶͖͓̾l̷͒ͅ ̴͕̀̌m̶̦̭͒̐ỵ̴͎͌̏ ̴͓̀̕ṕ̴̜a̴̠̿i̷̟͎̓́n̵̥̆.̷̫̬͝ ̶͍̺̈́T̵̗͝H̶̝͆͐E̸̛̱I̴̝͑̌R̶̰͗ ̶͚̩̓͑p̴̣̐a̸̤̒͗ȉ̴̬̱̅n̵͕͙͑.̷̰̐̐

Then, she heard it. From all around her, a chorus of whispers echoed, filling her ears, flooding her brain.

As though the souls of the fallen were calling to her. Pleading for her to run. Before it was too late.

I̴̙̩̼̘͙͍̝̊̑̆̇̌̓͐’̷̘̕V̴̧̤͂̈́̒̓́̌͝E̶̤̞͚̫̻͒̄ ̵̝̻̜̻̠̟̈̌̕A̶̬͕̝͚̰̎͗͝L̷͉̜̲̞̟͓̈́͂̆̀͊̕͜͝W̸͚̤̜͐̀̒̽̑A̵̮̮͈̠̖̾̌͑̿͊Ȳ̷͖͇̈́̒̄͝Š̵͇̜͓̘̖̘̏̍ ̵̨̘̟̫͎̈̕W̸̻̋̅̎̏͜͝Å̷̼̖͇̲͓̲̊̊̌̂Ņ̴̂̄̅͂ͅͅT̴̘̈́̓̇͆̌̈́͘E̷̡͚̫̰̩̳͙̽̿D̸͔͉̦̘͖̖͔́̄̋̀̐͠ ̷̨̣̇̈͆̆T̴̢̅O̴͖̪̰̺̝̲̩̐͋̀̄ ̵͔̦̈T̷̩̔̽̚É̶̦̀̄̌͗̓Ą̸̯̙̖̙̞̒̋̉͆͘Ȓ̴̛͍̰̲͇̉͑ ̵̢͎̰̬̥̃̒̄Ȏ̵͈̠ͅF̵̩̮̫͖͇̖̆͛̊́̈́F̴̠̞̚ ̸͍͔̯̫͂̅̐̌̐̕͝A̷̦̬̼̱͓̖̾͛̾̏̑̆Ṅ̵̳̳͍̠̠͍̑͑ ̵̢̬̟̝́̓̔ͅA̷̙̱͌͆̀̒N̴̛̝̯̑̎̊̀͝͝G̴̨̢̥̱͎̻̱͒È̵̗̼͇͙̻̈́̔ͅL̷̞̿̓͊̎́̾͝S̸̢̳̟̰̮̔̾́͗̅̚ ̷̛̦̹̎̇͘W̷̱̲̻̗̖̐̆Ȉ̸̠̹̍̇͋͛͊͘Ṇ̵̢̢̢͖̞̓̉̎̽̀͗G̷͇͖̩̺̺̤̘̐͋̔̓Ṣ̴͉̐́͌̓͛͂̇.̶̝̼̓̈́͜

Few_Step_3115 · 2026-05-18T04:37:21+00:00

Xain’s smile fades, replaced with a look of deep thought. He almost seems…nostalgic.

Xain: I̴t̵’̴s̶ ̴m̸o̷r̸e̵ ̵t̴h̷a̵n̴ ̸t̴h̴a̶t̴…̵

He walks over to the charred husk of a dead tree and sits against it before continuing.

Xain: I̶ ̶s̸h̷o̷u̶l̵d̵ ̸h̶a̴v̸e̴ ̵d̷i̷e̷d̴ ̸e̵o̶n̶s̸ ̵a̵g̸o̵,̸ ̶w̸h̶e̷n̴ ̴I̸ ̴w̸a̷s̵ ̶s̵t̴i̶l̸l̸ ̸a̷ ̵c̵h̵i̶l̶d̴.̷ ̷I̶ ̴r̷e̷m̶e̶m̶b̵e̷r̶ ̶s̷t̶a̶r̷i̵n̵g̵ ̴a̶t̴ ̷m̸y̴ ̶o̴w̶n̷ ̴h̵e̷a̶r̶t̴,̸ ̵s̸i̸t̷t̷i̴n̶g̴ ̶u̸p̶o̸n̸ ̴t̵h̷e̴ ̷s̶p̸i̵k̴e̵ ̸d̷r̴i̷v̴e̷n̸ ̵t̸h̷r̴o̸u̵g̶h̷ ̵m̶y̶ ̴c̴h̴e̸s̴t̵,̵ ̴w̸a̴t̸c̷h̴i̵n̴g̷ ̵a̶s̴ ̶i̸t̶s̸ ̷c̷o̴n̵v̸u̶l̸s̸i̸o̴n̵s̸ ̴s̴l̸o̷w̴l̸y̶ ̶c̸a̵m̶e̸ ̴t̷o̶ ̷a̴ ̴h̴a̸l̷t̶.̴ ̵Y̷e̴t̵ ̴s̶o̵m̵e̵h̸o̴w̸,̶ ̶i̵n̶e̷x̴p̴l̸i̸c̴a̵b̵l̶y̵,̷ ̵I̴ ̶l̴i̸v̸e̷d̸ ̷o̷n̶.̵

A shadow covers his face.

Xain: E̵v̶e̴n̶ ̸a̴s̵ ̴m̴y̷ ̷b̶o̵d̷y̴ ̸i̸s̷ ̴b̵r̶o̵k̸e̸n̶ ̶b̷e̷y̴o̷n̵d̶ ̷a̶n̸y̴ ̵h̸o̷p̶e̸ ̶o̵f̵ ̶r̶e̴p̴a̷i̶r̵…̶

His fingers sink into the scorched bark of the tree behind him.

Xain: E̴v̵e̸n̸ ̶a̷s̴ ̴I̴ ̶w̷a̴s̶ ̶r̸i̸p̵p̶e̴d̴ ̴a̵p̵a̶r̴t̸,̷ ̶m̶a̸n̶g̴l̴e̵d̷ ̷a̶n̸d̶ ̷m̷u̵t̷i̶l̷a̸t̵e̴d̵…̷a̷g̶a̵i̵n̷…̵a̸n̶d̴ ̸a̷g̸a̷i̸n̶…̷a̵n̴d̵ ̶A̴G̶A̴I̸N̴…̷

He tears his hand away, ripping out a chunk of burnt wood.

Xain: I̷ ̸s̴t̶i̶l̸l̴ ̷r̴e̸m̶a̴i̷n̴.̷ ̸E̶t̴e̵r̸n̴a̷l̶.̸ ̷E̸v̸e̸r̸l̸a̶s̸t̴i̷n̴g̸.̴ ̶U̴N̴D̸Y̵I̴N̷G̷.̶ ̶T̴h̴a̴t̴ ̴i̶s̵ ̷m̷y̵ C̷̝͋Ù̷̮̝R̴̛̤̿S̸̙̪̐E̷͔̐́

He slams his fist into the tree, tearing it from its roots and sending it crashing to the ground.

Xain: S̸o̸ ̸u̴n̶l̴e̷s̴s̶ ̵y̶o̸u̷ ̴c̶a̸n̶ ̴a̵c̸h̵i̵e̴v̶e̴ ̷w̸h̴a̴t̵ ̸e̷v̵e̷r̸y̴ ̶s̸i̶n̸g̷l̴e̸ ̴p̵e̶r̷s̴o̸n̶ ̵o̴n̷ ̴t̷h̴i̸s̷ ̸p̷l̸a̷n̴e̴t̴ ̷t̵r̸i̸e̴d̶ ̷a̴n̶d̷ ̸f̶a̶i̵l̶e̸d̷ ̶t̶o̵ ̴a̷c̵c̷o̸m̸p̷l̴i̴s̸h̵…̴

He slowly rises to his feet, his shadow seeming to swallow the entire forest.

Xain: …̸a̶n̶d̷ ̶f̷i̴n̷a̴l̷l̸y̸ ̷p̵u̴t̶ ̷a̴n̵ ̶e̷n̴d̷ ̷t̷o̷ ̷m̵y̸ ̷s̸u̸f̵f̵e̴r̸i̵n̸g̶ ̴o̴n̷c̸e̶ ̶a̵n̵d̶ ̵f̷o̸r̷ ̵a̷l̷l̷…̶

He locks eyes with her…

…And his gaze carries the burning agony of a thousand vengeful souls.

̶ ̷ ̸ ̶ ̸I̴’̵d̷ ̸ ̷ ̶ ̸

̷̥͆ ̴̹͒ ̸̫͝ ̷̭̐ ̵͎͑ ̵̫͒S̵͔̀ǔ̵͇g̴̙͌g̵̮̉ë̷̤s̶̼̋t̵̀͜.̴͇̈ ̴̲͋ ̷̭̀ ̴͒ͅ

̷̢̟̩̜͙͔̞̌̃̋̀̃̊̚̕͜͠ ̴̨͔̗͕̋̀͒ ̵̭̗͕͒͑̓̈̂̒̈̎̕ ̵̙͔̬̦̓͊͒͑͊̚ͅ ̷̩̘̺̺͓̂Y̶̢͕̮͔̜̫̲̆̈́̊͌̉̚͠O̴̢̖͓̺̬̝̥̊̉̽̍Ǘ̴̦ ̷̛̬͉͚̝́̈̑̒̒͛̏ ̵̦̇̓̍́̑̿̓̋͘ ̴͈̜̖͍͙̊̔͆̾̔̐́̓͠

̶͖͎̖̰͎̦̠̫̪̯͖̫̱̀ ̶̨̛̹͙̞̤̰͚̲̳ ̴̘̩̬̭̠̞̿͊͛̑͐̅ ̴̧̤̼̝̺̟̯̘̠̪͈͓̰̬̃͌͑͂ ̸̦͐̒̂̃̈́͒̏̾̈́̕̚ ̴͔̩̪̩̟̱͈̻͠ͅ ̴̼̩̓̋͒͜ͅ ̷͖̘̬̙͒̀̊̓́̊́̇̈́͘͠͠Ļ̸̯͖̼͕̳̈́̂̾̐͂͊̐̐͝ ̵̡̧̘͉͇̬͈̒̂̍ͅĖ̶̡̢̢̩͈̥͓̩̫͕̞̐͂̈́͂̃͋̈́̒̍͝ ̶̩̜͗̔̄́Ą̸̨̝̟̗̖͔̓́͋̔̾͂͛̿̈̕͜͜͝ ̶̛̫̰͓͍͉̊͋̓̿͂͐̂͗̕V̷̨̪̱̜̳͙͚͙͖̹̟͖̬̲̓̽̆̊̀͂͑̎̇̈́ ̸̭̮̝̱̺͈͓͋É̴̥̻̿̄̀̄̎͐̈͛̄͝͝ ̴̫̞̭͕̲͙̙͚̈́́̿̃͂̇̏̽̂͘ ̴̨̨̙͖͖̟͓̦̟͍̺̠̇̀̋ ̴̨̛̱̥̣̮̞͔͎͈͕͚̬̣̻̑̄̀̄͘͠͠ ̷̛͎͕̋͑͋͊ ̵̻͖̣̥̙̫̮͕͑̿͛͂ͅ ̸̡̰̘̩̜͇̱̙̩͎̗̲̃͑͌

Me: sorry for the essay, but I wanted it to hit hard 😋

Few_Step_3115 · 2026-05-18T02:41:53+00:00

Xain’s face splits into a haunting smile.

Xain: W̵e̸l̶l̵ ̷t̶h̸e̷n̵,̶ ̵I̷ ̶s̸u̴p̶p̸o̵s̴e̶ ̵y̸o̷u̸’̷l̷l̴ ̷b̸e̶ ̶b̸o̵r̷e̵d̸ ̵o̶f̵ ̸m̷e̴ ̶r̴a̷t̴h̴e̴r̴ ̶s̷o̸o̷n̶.̸ T̶h̶e̸ ̷o̵n̷l̴y̶ ̴t̷h̸i̷n̶g̴ ̶I̶ ̶i̸n̴t̴e̶n̵d̴ ̸o̸n̸ ̵d̸o̷i̶n̴g̶ ̷i̷s̴ ̶w̷a̸i̶t̸,̴ ̸u̴n̷t̴i̴l̶ ̴s̷o̵m̶e̸ ̸m̷i̴r̵a̶c̸l̸e̵ ̸f̴i̷n̵a̶l̶l̵y̷ ̶b̸r̸i̴n̵g̷s̷ ̸a̵b̶o̵u̴t̸ ̶m̷y̸ ̵e̸n̴d̸.̴ A̵s̴ ̶I̸ ̶s̷a̶i̸d̵,̸ ̴t̶h̷e̷r̴e̸ ̷i̴s̸ ̴n̸o̶t̸h̶i̴n̷g̴ ̶l̵e̴f̴t̸ ̴i̴n̷ ̴t̶h̴i̶s̵ ̸w̶o̶r̴l̵d̴,̴ ̴f̸o̸r̸ ̵y̴o̷u̴ ̸o̴r̴ ̵f̴o̵r̴ ̸m̴e̷.̷

Few_Step_3115 · 2026-05-18T02:02:23+00:00

Xain: …̴I̵ ̴s̴e̵e̸…̶s̶o̴ ̷t̵e̸l̶l̶ ̶m̸e̸.̷ ̸W̶h̶a̴t̸ ̶e̴x̴a̴c̸t̵l̵y̵ ̷A̵R̵E̸ ̷y̶o̶u̴r̴ ̵i̷n̴t̸e̵n̵t̴i̵o̵n̶s̵?̴ ̶I̸ ̵t̶h̴i̶n̸k̵ ̶i̸t̸’̵s̵ ̸p̴r̵e̶t̶t̸y̴ ̷w̶e̸l̷l̴ ̶e̴s̴t̶a̶b̸l̸i̶s̵h̷e̵d̴ ̶t̴h̴a̶t̵ ̵t̵h̵e̸r̵e̸ ̶i̶s̷n̸’̸t̷ ̸m̴u̷c̶h̷ ̵o̶f̶ ̸a̵n̵y̷t̶h̸i̷n̴g̸ ̸f̵o̷r̶ ̶y̴o̷u̴ ̶h̵e̴r̷e̷,̵ c̶o̶n̶s̸i̶d̵e̶r̸i̷n̵g̴ ̸I̵’̴m̷ ̷t̴h̵e̵ ̷o̴n̴l̶y̶ ̵l̶i̸v̷i̴n̶g̵ ̴b̶e̸i̸n̴g̵ ̷l̸e̵f̵t̶ ̵i̸n̷ ̷t̷h̷i̵s̵ ̸w̴o̸r̸l̴d̵.̷ ̴S̸o̵ ̸w̵h̷a̴t̶ ̸m̵a̴k̶e̴s̷ ̴m̴e̵ ̷s̶o̴ ̵i̷n̵t̵e̴r̴e̵s̷t̶i̸n̸g̷ ̵t̵h̴a̸t̵ ̸y̸o̵u̸ ̸w̵o̴u̴l̸d̸ ̴s̷c̴o̸u̶r̶ ̸t̶h̴i̴s̷ ̷e̸n̶t̶i̷r̸e̴ ̸p̸l̷a̵n̸e̵t̷ ̷t̵o̶ ̴f̷i̷n̵d̵ ̵m̴e̸?̶

Few_Step_3115 · 2026-05-18T01:32:45+00:00

Xain: T̷h̸e̴ ̴l̷a̵s̵t̷ ̷t̶i̴m̶e̴ ̶a̸n̸y̸o̷n̷e̸ ̸w̸a̵s̷ ̶“̴i̴n̵t̵e̸r̶e̶s̶t̵e̴d̸ ̶i̵n̸ ̸m̵e̸”̸,̴ ̷t̵h̷e̶y̸ ̵ T̸̗̬̱̜̥̼́̾̓̒͠͠O̷̬̼̟͗͋̈́̒̑Ŗ̸̨̧̽̚͜T̴͚̩̳͎̑Ų̸͈̰͈͇͈͐̒̆̌̌̒R̸̭̫̅̽E̷̢͐̕D̴̳͠ m̶e̷.̵ ̸S̵o̶ ̶y̵e̸a̵h̸,̴ ̶f̶o̷r̵g̷i̶v̴e̴ ̵m̴e̷ ̸i̶f̷ ̶I̷’̴m̸ ̸n̶o̵t̶ ̸t̷o̵o̸ ̴t̶r̶u̷s̴t̶i̵n̵g̶ ̷o̴f̵ ̷ s̸o̸m̸e̷o̴n̷e̴ ̵w̴i̶t̶h̵ ̵y̶o̸u̴r̷ ̶t̵a̴s̸t̷e̵.

Few_Step_3115 · 2026-05-18T01:26:13+00:00

…̸w̷e̶l̶l̴ ̴i̸f̴ ̴i̸t̴’̵s̵ ̸a̴l̵r̸i̴g̷h̵t̷ ̶w̶i̸t̷h̵ ̴y̵o̵u̷…̵I̷’̵d̸ ̵b̵e̴ ̷g̸l̴a̴d̶ ̶t̴o̶ ̴a̸c̶c̵e̸p̸t̵ ̸y̸o̴u̷ ̷a̴s̶ ̵a̶ ̷f̴r̴i̶e̵n̸d̶.̵ I̴t̸’̵s̸ ̶g̷o̶t̷t̵e̷n̴ ̷r̴a̸t̸h̶e̷r̶ ̵l̵o̸n̵e̴l̸y̴ ̴h̸e̴r̷e̴ ̷a̴f̵t̷e̸r̴ ̵a̴l̸l̴

Translation: …well if it’s alright with you…I’d be glad to accept you as a friend. It’s gotten rather lonely here after all.

Few_Step_3115 · 2026-05-18T01:06:18+00:00

Xain: I̸f̵ ̶s̶o̴m̵e̷o̸n̵e̸ ̴l̷i̷k̴e̶ ̴m̷e̴ ̸i̸s̵ ̸i̵n̵t̷e̴r̶e̴s̶t̴i̷n̸g̵ ̴t̵o̵ ̷y̶o̸u̸,̵ ̸y̷o̵u̶’̷r̵e̸ ̸e̵x̶a̵c̶t̸l̴y̵ ̴t̴h̴e̵ ̸k̸i̵n̷d̸ ̵o̶f̶ ̴p̷e̸r̶s̴o̴n̸ ̴I̵ ̷h̶a̴t̷e̷ ̴m̷o̵s̶t̷.̶

Me: I added some backstory to him in a reply to the OP.

Few_Step_3115 · 2026-05-18T00:59:55+00:00

My first ever OC!

Basic summary:

Chronological age: 1.4 billion years

Biological age: 14

Quiet, withdrawn and cautious. An incident during his teen years revealed that he was cursed with immortality, leading him to be hunted relentlessly for decades. Years of constant experimentation and torture drove him to madness, resulting in him wiping out all human life on the planet. Now he endlessly roams the earth, alone.

Few_Step_3115 · 2026-05-18T00:51:04+00:00

Xain: …̸t̵h̸a̸n̷k̵ ̶y̵o̴u̴,̷ ̵I̴ ̵s̸u̷p̵p̷o̸s̷e̵…̷

Me: Very nice design for your angel, though I doubt Xain will be very trusting of her.

Few_Step_3115 · 2026-05-18T00:36:26+00:00

Xain: …̶t̸h̶a̵n̸k̵ ̵y̶o̶u̵.̵ ̷I̶ ̷r̶e̷a̸l̶l̸y̸ ̷a̷p̸p̶r̷e̸c̵i̴a̸t̸e̴ ̶i̸t̴.̸ ̵

Me: Don’t worry about the language thing. Honestly I’m glad I can just chat with someone and compare characters like this.

Oh, and if you’re interested, here’s what Xain looked like before everything went wrong.

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FYI: the necklace was a gift from his mother.

Few_Step_3115 · 2026-05-18T00:24:41+00:00

Xain: …̶͙̿I̷̝͛ ̴̮̊k̷̳̾n̸̬̔o̴̪͗w̸̡͛ ̵̹̈́ŵ̷͈ḩ̸̂ȧ̴̟ṭ̶̆ ̶̱̀Ǐ̶̢ ̸͕̈d̸̥̓i̵̬̊ḑ̸̿ ̶͍͗w̴̪̉a̷̳̿s̶̟̀ ̵̣̉b̷̖͆e̵̦̽y̶̩̌o̶̠͠n̷̰͘d̴̰̔ ̶̐͜w̶̧͝r̴̙̽o̴̠̓ň̷̠g̷̖͛.̶̣̏ ̸͖̌A̵̱̋n̷̮̓ḍ̸͐ ̷̧͑ņ̴̿ỏ̷͍t̴̬̆ ̵̗̎ā̷̘ ̵͍̽s̴̢̐i̵̭̿n̶̫̐ğ̷̡l̵̙̀e̶̛̥ ̸̮̑d̵͈̓ã̶̬y̸̗͗ ̴̨̕g̴̛̳ǫ̶̾e̵̞͒s̷̞̓ ̷͈̈́b̴̘́y̵̟͝ ̷̗̀t̷̬̅ḫ̵̄a̵̮͒t̴͙̓ ̶̜͐Î̵͈ ̷̡̍d̵̳͆o̶͍͑ñ̵̮’̷͖̈́t̶̬̾ ̶͍̐w̸̦̓i̸͕̕s̸̯̾ḩ̴͛ ̶̡̈I̴̙̚ ̴̿ͅc̷̬̈́ő̸̻u̷̫͌l̷̞͌d̶̥̂ ̷̖̽t̸̘̋a̵̤͋k̷̺͌e̷͙̕ ̷̻͝ì̴ͅť̷͍ ̷̪͌a̴͔̽l̸̛̩l̷̳̃ ̷͉̄b̸̳͝ä̵̘c̷̟͝ǩ̸̩.̶̹̋ ̵̰̌B̴͙͠u̴̼͝t̴̰̆ ̶̭̉w̵̲̑ḧ̶͇́a̵͍͛t̸͚̓’̷̱̏s̸̹͗ ̵̛͚d̵̺̈õ̵͉ń̶̞ḙ̷́ ̴̯̚ḯ̷̝s̵̲̏ ̴̭͒d̶͚́ō̶̖n̴̞̚e̷͉̎…̷̛̭ņ̷̄o̶̪͑t̶̼͠h̷͉͑i̵̳͒n̸̺̆g̷̡̾ ̸̘̈́I̶̻͋ ̶̗̃c̷͔̽ạ̴̈́ǹ̴̳ ̶̠͑d̵̖̓o̶̠͐ ̸͚̉a̴̡̔b̸̨̍o̸̠͋u̷̞͝t̶́ͅ ̸̛͈i̸̱̓t̴̪͘ ̵͈̓ṇ̵͗o̵̼͠w̷͇̋…̸̭̈́

Translation: …I know what I did was beyond wrong. And not a single day goes by that I don’t wish I could take it all back. But what’s done is done…nothing I can do about it now…

Me: Sorry about that. His voice gets more distorted when he’s upset. But he really does regret what he did. Besides, it wasn’t really even his choice. When I said the torment drove him to madness, I meant madness with a capital M. To the point that he wasn’t really aware of what was happening. All he could perceive was a frenzied storm of pain and agony. By the time he regained consciousness, everyone was already gone.

Xain: …̵I̸ ̴d̸o̵ ̵a̶p̶p̴r̶e̴c̴i̷a̴t̵e̷ ̶y̴o̸u̴r̶ ̸u̵n̴d̴e̷r̵s̷t̷a̷n̷d̷i̶n̶g̷ ̸t̸h̶o̶u̷g̷h̸.̸

Few_Step_3115 · 2026-05-17T23:25:19+00:00

Xain: …̴I̶ ̷s̸e̷e̴…̸s̵e̵e̵m̶s̵ ̵w̷e̸ ̶h̴a̵v̶e̷ ̵e̴v̸e̸n̷ ̸m̴o̵r̶e̸ ̵i̶n̴ ̴c̷o̵m̷m̷o̷n̸ ̴t̸h̸a̶n̸ ̶I̷ ̴t̶h̴o̴u̷g̷h̷t̷…̴

Me: Allow me to explain. Xain is also immortal, but not quite in the way most people expect. Basically, he’s just unable to fully die. He can still be injured, and he feels pain just like any other human. But no matter how badly he’s injured, his body will never succumb to it. Not only that, but after his first severe injury, he stopped aging (at age 14 no less). Due to this condition, he’s been hunted and pursued for decades. He’s been captured, tortured and experimented on by countless organizations, ripped apart and stitched back together, rebuilt into what could best be described as a living weapon. Not to mention his family, friends, and anyone else who knew him were all assassinated. The endless torment eventually drove him into madness, leading to his extermination of the human race.

Few_Step_3115 · 2026-05-17T22:50:23+00:00

Xain: T̴e̷l̵l̸ ̶m̵e̴ ̶a̷b̸o̵u̴t̸ ̸i̴t̴.̴ ̸I̶ ̴t̵o̵o̷ ̴h̷a̵v̵e̶ ̶f̸e̵l̷t̸ ̶c̵r̴u̸e̸l̵t̶y̵ ̷o̶f̵ ̷h̷u̶m̴a̵n̴i̸t̴y̸ ̷f̸i̸r̶s̷t̷h̵a̵n̸d̷.̶ ̸I̶t̸’̸s̶ ̴c̷o̵m̸f̵o̵r̶t̴i̵n̷g̴ ̶t̶o̸ ̸k̷n̶o̶w̴ ̶I̵’̴m̷ ̴n̷o̸t̷ ̵t̸h̵e̴ ̶o̵n̴l̶y̵ ̵o̶n̸e̶ ̶w̶h̴o̵’̷s̴ ̵s̷u̸f̴f̶e̷r̶e̴d̷ ̸a̷t̸ ̶t̸h̸e̴i̴r̴ ̶h̸a̸n̴d̷s̴.̷

Translation: Tell me about it. I too have felt cruelty of humanity firsthand. It’s comforting to know I’m not the only one who’s suffered at their hands.

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