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Raiores was born to an average family in sundial. They weren't so rich or so poor. They loved him, and so did he. He never felt though, but he knew it was true. They weren't exactly happy, but life could go on like that. Well, so he hoped at least.

They sat together one day, laughed and talked. It was a happy day in their lives that they celebrated. On that day, their son had finished training with his uncle and was about to enroll to take place in one of the four covens. The one he had in mind for a while, Jester's den seemed like a fine place to go for Raiores. He felt something wasn't going right though...

Skip forward one day, he was on the way back home after being part of the den. The feeling from yesterday was stronger. He opened the door to his house, to see a mysterious figure standing and beneath him lied a man covered in his blood. No other than his father. He managed to have enough control over himself not to get himself in a fight he stood no chance at with the man who had just killed the wrong target, his whole family. The mysterious guy left to never be seen again, and Raiores was left to grieve over his loss. He was over it soon enough, but not that he would get back what he already lost.

Raiores has lived normally for a while since then. He never cared for vengeance from the coven that'd take such missions as assassination and not deal with them carefully as to not wipe out innocent lives in the process. Even without family, life goes on normally. But now, he cares a lot for the ones he'll love, because losing them is an experience he doesn't want to go through again.