Words jumbled together that constructed the Dark Slayer at his core, his body cried for it, begged, pleaded for the blood of others as he took in the breath he lost for becoming an Arihant. Days, months and years put into a body of work led to years of chakra shed. This chakra took form of it's own becoming the very extension of the Dark Slayer. He never died, he simply stayed way. The murder that followed his soul is what allowed Yama to gain a piece of his life, as the vanquisher, the Last Arihant at one time. Yet years in the making and several children later he watched as his first love, his Eldest Child and Grandson stood on the cusp of his home. A place he pu sweat blood and tears into, a place his chakra called home and found peace, but lso where it found it greatest source of hate