He should've done this a long time ago. He shouldn't have resorted to killing himself three, almost four times. He should've just joined a clan that lacked morals and that already hated the clans he once lived in. But then again, the Hellraisers hadn't been around when he needed them and he sure as shit wasn't going to join the Exiles while that stupid fuck Damion was in charge. Word was though that the fucking moron of a lion was gone though so there was a plus. But the Hellraisers were new and in clear dire need of members and he always loved a project.
Stopping at the border dark sunset eyes narrowed into a handsome mixture of red and purple. He was sure in this shadowy place his albinism would be no problem. Joining a new place would be a good way to forget the hell that his life was because fuck his life was a living hell. He just wondered who the fuck was in charge of this place.