Marik is sitting in the Twilight Gardens, in front of his temple, in the Black City. He meditates and tries to relax a little. Then he feels something in himself. A flaw. Something that doesn't belong to him. He goes into the feeling and tracks down the impurity. It is Arcarun's soul. He is surprised, he would't have thought it is possible that something from Arcarun still existed. After all, he had consumed everything completely and absorbed all of him. But there he was. A tiny crippled piece of soul. The little soul was even more puny than that of a mortal. Marik tore Arcarun's soul from his. When he did this, he realized that Arcarun's soul was not alone. It was merged with another soul. He split the soul. Now Arcarun was an independent person again. The other soul was Arkon. Marik rummaged in his memories stolen from Arcarun. There was the memory. Arkon is actually the God. He was only merged with Arcarun to walk in the mortal world. Marik thought mockingly:”So if you love mortals so much, you'd rather be one yourself! Pathetic, you truly didn't deserve to be a god. I will fulfill your wish. I send you to your oh so beloved pitiful mortal world.” He grabbed Arkon's broken Soul and hurled it through a void-portal, into the world which Arcarun once came from. Arkon's soul was drained from the void. The Void formed him from it a new body. Arkon fell out of the portal and landed gently in the meadow of a park. He was very weak and small. He measured just 50 cm while standing. He opened his eyes and slowly straightened up. He didn't know anything anymore, his head was swept clean, he only knew that his name was Arkon...

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Story and character by  arcarun
Sketch illustration by me