Edited by: Friends101

Months have passed since his encounter with the 'sky rock'. Throughout this time, he was attacked by several saber-tooth tigers and was fatally injured.

However, the wounds from the attack closed within mere seconds and he found that incredibly strange, for any living being with such wounds would easily die.

Not to mention that if he didn't bleed to death, he would have died from the infection that came along with the wound.

Years passed he found his never-changing body, to be fairly peculiar.

Soon, decades pass, and the people started to worship him as a god for no mortal man can live for so long.

To entertain himself, he created a large empire but destroyed it after getting bored of being king.

After this, he decided to wander the world in search of entertainment, throughout his journey across different regions and continents, he picks up many skills and masters them with his free time.

Centuries pass until he finally faces the reality that he can no longer die and that his body no longer ages.

No matter how heavy the injury is dealt be it small, crippling, or fatal, they leave no stains on his undying body. People that he has come to love and be with will grow old and eventually die to old age.

At this point, he has already been broken from the loss of what he considered family and the countless millennia he spent alone has driven him insane.

Breaking his fragile mind over and over, fragmenting it into strange personalities.

If one, were to associate with him at this moment, the person would notice that the Beast would talk like a kind old man and would try to rip the person to pieces at the next moment.

Through this, he created massacres and slaughters. But through all of his bloodthirsty rampages, there would be short periods where he would be clearheaded.

On another day of his massacres, he met a girl whose beauty could rank her within the top of those he met but this didn't matter much to him.

What mattered was that her beauty helped to clear his mind, giving him a moment of clarity. He knows not of how long he last had a moment of clarity.

For him, time passes too quickly to care for. He quickly remembers both the moments of clarity he gains and the rampages that trail quietly behind.

When she met him, to her, he was just like a savage, wild beast that roamed the mountains.

She wanted to run away the moment she laid her eyes on him but then she accidentally looked into his eyes and saw something so dark and despairing that broke her 'heart'(Editor: It's figurative).

What that something was a vortex of negative emotions, like an ocean of resentment. There was hate, despair, blood lust, pain, and many other negative emotions kept inside him.

At this moment, she knew that she was nothing but a bag of skin in his eyes. Her beautiful appearance that was said to charm even the gods were nothing but a bag of skin.

Her body, a mere container of flesh. Her being, something that could disappear with the flow of time.

These very mountains that she treads had legends written of a ferocious and unknown god that tore apart any who were unlucky enough to encounter him.

But, these mountains turned out to be both a blessing and a curse for the mountains were the perfect training ground for new Spartan warriors.

It was a refreshing thought to her that she could be killed by him at any moment, but she was attracted to his indifference to her beauty and life.

For some unknown reason, he never harmed her and didn't say anything and just left her to her own devices. After a couple of years of communicating with him, he finally started to open up and she introduced herself as Helen.

She was surprised at first upon hearing his voice as she thought that he didn't know how to speak. That was true to an extent as he didn't know the language she was using and spent the first year learning the language by analyzing the similarities in speech between languages.

On the day she turned 20 years old, her parents told her that she would be taken to the city of Troy to be married off to a man named Paris.

She was unwilling and started to curse the gods for the unfairness in her marriage but there was nothing she could do at all for the decision has already been made and promises had already been spoken.

They met when she was 13 years old and she slowly fell in love with him throughout the 7 years she spent in the mountain range. She felt that he too had tender feelings for her, but she didn't know how to respond as she had never felt this way before.

Before she departed, she was filled with reluctance at the thought of never seeing him again but eventually entered the carriage so as to not bring problems upon her household.

Months have passed after her departure and war was upon Troy. As she looked at the battles happening on the battlefield from her tower, she felt sad as she knew that these men were fighting for her, but she only loved 'him' and already gave her heart to 'him'.

As she looked on, she notices a figure appear on the outer periphery of the battlefield, donning a black cloak with a hood, he silently crept up onto the battlefield.

She narrowed her eyes to see the figure's face, only to smile after seeing who it is.

The figure in black flew through the battlefield leaving only death at his wake, arrows hit the heads of soldiers from both sides, never missing a single shot.

When the soldiers were distracted with all the chaos he had caused, he disappeared as quickly as he came.

She looked for him through the battlefield but couldn't find him, she got worried and panicked at the thought that he was dead.

A voice suddenly came from behind and said, "I am taking thou with me, are thou willing?". She rapidly spun around and threw herself into his arms.

She couldn't believe it, he had come for her, she was so happy and nodded her head rapidly. "Take me away from here! I only want to be with thou!" she exclaimed.

On their way out, he suddenly said,

"Oh, by the way, I picked out a name for myself. Does thou wish to know what thy name is?"

Hearing this, she suddenly realized that he never had a name until now.

She thought that he always didn't want to mention his name only to realize that he never had one in the first place. She nods and asks,

"What is it?"

As she looks up and looks into those black eyes that seemed to glow a purple divine-like light. He also looks into her eyes and says,

"I have chosen the name Acheron, chosen after the name of Archeron, the Underworld River of Pain."

Hearing this, Helen felt pain in her heart but still responded with a,

"I think it suits you."

At the entrance of the tower, Helen was imprisoned in, Acheron looks at her and says,

"I love you, Helen"

and she responds with a smile,

"I love you too, Acheron"

and they set off on their journey.