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Property Value Aliases The Bloody Fox Race Kilui Sex Male Born 15 Abzuni (III Autumn) 3780 Died — Status Alive Dynasty Orphan Titles Lowborn Roles — Origin Havstir Colony Religion Occult Factions — Height/Weight 163cm / 80kg Family Unknown
Overview
This miracle was born to a slave. Slavery is strictly forbidden in Nilhirim, but no one cared about the Havstir Colony, just as they cared little for the rest of the continent. Realizing the gravity of her burden, the woman, in a fit of despair, wrapped the infant in rough cloth and threw the bundle onto the street. It was not an act of malice, but rather a gesture of final, fading hope that the child might avoid the fate in which his own mother was rotting.
She wanted the best, but she got a Lys… All the victims of his sick-headed deeds wished he had died from the late autumn cold or suffocated in that hastily, tightly rolled fabric. But the guise of an innocent infant managed to outwit death itself and deceive the heart of a random passerby, who warmed this spawn on his chest.
The boy grew up in a clandestine alchemical boilery. He was quiet, so much so that most considered him mute. He had no friends his age. His world consisted of dusty tomes, acrid fumes of reagents, his mentor Torvi, the underworld authority Carving “Acid,” and an endless number of lab rats. And then there was a cat named Glady.
The cat “ran out” first. The rats were depleted ever faster once this fox, insatiable for knowledge, settled in the house. His nature, the urge to dissect the inner essence of living beings, manifested frighteningly early. But Torvi, the blind man, loved him like a son and even bestowed his surname upon him.
N-n-no… he didn’t just kill her—he… st-stud-died her. While the c-cat was alive, he sheared her, and then slowly peeled off her skin, cut her claws to the root. The f-f-fangs… he pulled them all out, and slit her tongue with thin scissors into two equal parts, mimicking a snake’s. The cat haaad to remmaain alliiiive as long as p-p-poossible… Trophies… oooh… he loved them; he stockpiled every particle of nature’s once-living creation in jars. Reminds me of my master when he was still in g-good h-health…
The turning point came by accident. Old man Carving, enraged that the boy, in his research arrogance, had poured extra reagents into a settled formula, locked Lys in the Archive—a cramped closet in the basement where the most valuable books were kept. “You won’t come out until you’ve memorized the first section!” the old man barked, locking the heavy door. Carving, without knowing it, locked a monster in a treasury. Among the multitude of volumes, Lys found the most unsightly book—a grimoire with not a single word written in ink on its pages. But for Lys, the pages were not blank. The Void spoke to him. The book contained no written formulas—it whispered them. It promised to reveal the secrets of the universe, the mysteries of stitching flesh and transmuting life… but it demanded that Lys obtain the ink for it himself.
Times in Nilhirim are turbulent. In 3798, the situation in the Havstir Colony heated to the limit. Civil war gave the enslaved a chance to unite and tear out their freedom with their teeth. The city choked in riots, massacre, and the fire of rebellion. Torvi, true to his ideals, became one of the activists on the side of Sonar Folid. The fate of Havstir is being decided right now, in blood and screams. But Lys looks through this. He doesn’t give a damn about freedom, slavery, or war. He was commanded. While Torvi fights for the future, Lys packs a travel bag. The book whispered the first recipe, and the list of necessary components is horrific. He walks into the night, into the chaos of the burning city, not as a fugitive, but as a reaper. He needs neither gold nor glory. He needs “ingredients.” And judging by the whispers in his head, these ingredients walk on two legs, breathe, fear, and scream very, very loudly when they begin to be “prepared” for extraction.
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