Devon

Devon is a "blessed" man who uses he/him pronouns. He spent little time getting to know other people growing up, plagued by a strange feeling that he already knew everyone he could possibly need to. It was a strange inkling, almost sentient in its own right, telling him that he knew himself and his "beloved" father, and that was enough -- even though he hated both himself and his father with every fiber of his being. But that desire to remain alone changed when he met Shaia. Their relationship started innocently enough, as Devon finally allowed himself to smile, but he was quickly overwhelmed by himself. That same thought telling him other people weren't enough, now saw Shaia as something of a target. He would black out and come to, with Shaia pale as a sheet, like she had seen a ghost. He began pushing her away, fearing it would happen again, and it always did. But her desire to help others was too strong. No matter how many times she tried to help Devon, or how many times he told her that she had to leave, it wasn't enough for her to get the message: she was not safe. Eventually, he realized that she would never listen, so he forced himself to disappear, that small part of his mind raging all the while at the loss of its most wanted target. She hasn't seen him since, but his strange and altogether dangerous behavior has not left her mind.

The truth behind Devon's blessing is an unpleasant one. To put it simply, he is a soul eater. He sustains himself by leeching off of others' vital essence. He is only somewhat aware of this, having had to put the pieces together in his few quiet moments -- moments when his hunger aren't overpowering him. The blessing to eat others' souls has forcibly controlled Devon's life, driving him by a hunger he barely understands -- he attempts to control this with substance abuse and excessive accessorization, but it only results in his life slipping further out of his hands.

Ever since abandoning Shaia, Devon has drifted aimlessly, eking out small bits of sustenance and life where he can manage. He still can barely figure out what brought him to this point, mentally replaying the events of his failed relationship to try desperately to see where he went wrong. The only conclusion he can come to is that he is an unsafe person to be around. He can't keep bringing gloom with him to people who aren't like him, no matter what he does when he isn't cognizant. His next prowling ground looks to be a small town on the border of an endlessly foggy forest. He is weak from hunger, and can barely tell himself he shouldn't go. With every step towards it, he can feel some small bit of elation from that eternal source of misery masquerading as his hunger and soul. It feels wrong for any part of him to be happy at all, but he can't stop himself. Maybe being in the woods away from everyone else will finally let Devon rest. Maybe forever.