Aeon was sitting at the top of a tall building. He has just completed his task to destroy one more human shelter and kill all of its residents. What left in was just boredom because Destruction no longer gave him anything to do.
The contact just stopped after he finished with that last shelter. Aeon felt that he had just been ignored like a tool that his master didn't want to use so he kept it in a storage for a while.
Until finally his master intended to take him again and he was needed again.
Aeon was wondering, is that really all he is worth to his master right now? The mysterious yet powerful master became something he hated so much now. But he couldn't do anything to fight it.
The sun is setting. This city is starting to be painted with darkness. Something Aeon likes because of his sensitivity to light. Now, he can remove the thin dark veil that has always covered his body.
