Slowly but surely, the old will of the Durein Nightcrown began to take control of the existence named Ashborn. Memories flowed within him, one after another. His struggles, his emotions, and his will began to feel all of them, but in truth, the will did not care. No matter how tragic Axel's story was, the will did not care.
It only needed a vessel to unleash his fury upon the world, the price that powerhouses of that period and their descendants would pay in fresh blood, which was very much in line with what Axel himself wanted or needed.
Memories of Ashborn flowed in him from the recent ones to more and more in the past, and after a certain looking at Ashborn's memories, no Axel Nomrad's memories, he was utterly shocked, he couldn't believe it, the true identity of the boy whose body he wanted to take over, then kill the remnant spirit slowly, as it would be dormant after he took over the body anyway.
