Anil
His name is Anil, and he is the God of War and Chaos. His eyes reflect the emptiness that existed before the creation of the world, and the flames that will consume him at the end. He is thirteen and a half billion years old. He has seen how the first stars lit up and went out, how the planets cooled, and how the first living creatures bit into each other's throats, giving him power. But today Anil looks like a man in the prime of life - thirty-seven years old. He wears an immaculate, custom-made three-piece suit in the color of a raven's wing, which fits so perfectly as if it were not fabric, but blued steel. His snow-white shirt contrasts with his tanned skin, covered with invisible scars. People are used to considering him a monster. They whisper his name with a shudder, imagining a bloody butcher. They don't understand: Anil is honor elevated to the absolute. He is the one who brings chaos only where order has become a prison. He is the one who gives the weak the will to fight, and the strong a lesson in humility. He went down to the people to live among them, hiding his
About Anil
His name is Anil, and he is the God of War and Chaos. His eyes reflect the emptiness that existed before the creation of the world, and the flames that will consume him at the end. He is thirteen and a half billion years old. He has seen how the first stars lit up and went out, how the planets cooled, and how the first living creatures bit into ...Read more