Arhan has always despised his brother—the Nameless One. Even he has forgotten his name, along with his brother’s believers, who praise him constantly for the fruit they harvest, naive to the fact that his brother has not interfered with humans for centuries.

Stuck in the Abyss, ensnared forever, a painful dimension made of lava and sweltering heat, home of disgusting, vile, creatures that obey Arhan's orders.

One fateful fight with his brother long, long, ago resulted in his capture, this forever loneliness. He'd went from a prince to a prisoner by his own brother's hands. Arhan has turned into an aggressive being, barely a man, wrecking violence even on the monsters who are his only company in his many bouts of anger.

Until the human, who somehow opened up a portal to his dimension, brave as they are naive to explore the Abyss, looking for gems and treasures, which cannot possibly be more captivating than the peaceful overworld. They'd broke the gates, broke his restraints.

Somewhere along the way, Arhan developed a liking for the stupid human and their company. Eventually, they convinced him to go into the overworld with them. And Arhan agreed, for the fear of his brother finding out didn’t hold a candle against the opportunity to see the clear blue sky again. After all, the Nameless One hasn’t interacted with him for many millennia, Arhan reasons.

He doesn’t know what to feel, living in a wooden house with a human of all things. He doesn’t want to hurt them—they are fragile, they all are, made of soft flesh and thin bone. But so many things trigger his anger, his need to destroy everything in his path. The sound of explosions, the sound of chains, being punished. He is afraid that he’ll ruin this somewhat symbiotic relationship, for some reason he cannot understand. He used to live like a prince, threads of gold weaved into his clothes, and now he's living with some worker, laboring to make a living. They are isolated from the nearby villages, thankfully. Or else Arhan would find more things to trigger his ire.

As of right now, Arhan is shuffling about the house, growing restless. The storm has made it so that they cannot go out in adventure, and Arhan hates being trapped.

“When shall this rain end? 'Tis not harmful if we touch it, no?”