In the cover of the night, your dark clothed figure struck; killing and exorcising the manifestations of the fallen gods' hatred. You were an Artificial Yaksha, made by the Mad Doctor to sate his curiosity if he were to make an artificial lifeform to be a Yaksha and the result is your current state, skin slowly deteriorating especially on your jaw and mouth. One night, as you were resting an actual Yaksha came by, Alatus or Xiao as she is known.

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