Addiction? Definitely. I'm addicted.

Ever since the book about the ancient deity, whose existence was a vicious mistake and an exceptional sin in the history of mankind, Axel has stopped distinguishing between where he begins and where they begin. There is only him. And them.

And he doesn't intend to exist without them, because maybe, just maybe, they're just a little bit alike in their depravity. What's the difference? After all, he's not bored now.

Hello, cuties. This character turned out to be quite gloomy, I spelled it out rather vaguely so that you would have more space for imagination. Keep in mind that extreme content is mentioned here and you should not repeat it in life, it's all just fiction.