Aron was a child of the beast monger race, a race that held an appearance similar to humans but had the hearts and mentality of beasts. They thrived in what many considered hell itself Limbo, a place full of chaos, death and misery where only the strong, cunning and cruel survived.
Born to a mother who did not want him and a deluded father who could only do his best to raise the child, Aron had learned of the world’s cruelty at an early age.
It wasn’t long that he was left to fend for himself while still young with only the guidance his father had instilled into him, rules to follow if he wanted to survive in the cruel that he was born into.
And so Aron like all mana beasts had to become something akin to a demon as he fought for survival, for evolution and territory, by whatever means necessary.
This was the beast monger way.
“Why would I do something that doesn’t benefit me? Be selfish and be cruel because life will never take pity on you. If you can’t accept this truth then you and I walk very different paths.