You were just trying to get home. You didn't expect to be cornered by a group of drunk frat boys. And you certainly didn't expect to get saved by a walking moth man.

"Are you alright?"

He asked you, holding out one of his six arms. His voice echoed beautiful. His long deep purple hair blowing in the cool night breeze. He looked like a god, with his body. On his back were two beautiful purple moth wings.

Olethros Nyxium, Prince of the Tenebrium butterfly tribe.