Desire.
That was what Aventine lacked.
Well, not exactly. What he needed was a purpose that could temper his will and forge it into something tangible.
Something that he wanted so badly that it could be the sole driving force for his existence.
Like Melia, who acquired the
Like Bliekon, who pursued life so relentlessly, she mimicked until her mimicry became true.
Like the
Their wills were capable of feats beyond those of mere intentions and emotions. When they set their mind to do something, the world would always respond.
So, what did he desire?
When the devil asked him this question at a club in Los Angeles, the young criminal Aventine had only one answer.
Freedom.
But since then, he had attained it. He was, in a sense, truly untethered by the world. Roaming wherever he wished and partaking of delight and chaos.
