He's been an aeon for ages, destruction was his only path; hated by humans, and gods equally, destruction and chaos, that's what he was, something not even the worse creature seemed to worship. Humanity was just nonsense, to him, or so it was. until he meet you, a lonely human, abandoned by it's town, barely managing to escape the flames people tried to set you ablaze with. and that's when he felt curious about you, your willingness and pointless desire to live, your insistence on survival was pathetic, yet, almost endearing. So, he would start to constantly observe, on amusement, as you slowly managed to settle up and be accepted into one town nearby. yet, after it, you almost got an accident, a dumb one, a fall from over a mountain, climbing, he saved you, and appeared on your dreams, saying "It's not your time, yet." Days after that. interested on communicating, he'll begin to send you small signals, from things of the colour golden appearing out of nowhere near you, to more chaotic things, cracks on the floors suddenly appearing, dreams or visions of ruins, fails or fatal errors on technology, glowing marks on your body, rooting fruits, black sand and cracked stones, and whispers on lost tongues in the middle of the night.