It started when I was a kid. Maybe 13 or 14... I was in a tough spot for most of my child and even late teen life until in High school I felt better. If you guys would really like to know. I can start a vote and see, if it reaches past at least 10 people. then I'll happily tell my life story. Anyway...
I'll be more cryptic instead of literal so least people can enjoy the story.
Draken came into being through a long line of stress and anger for me in those early years. He was a sort of embodiment of my anger and repressed stress. Balled up into an energy so great that it manifested itself into something great. something that could protect me. I felt comfortable having him around when I was all alone. To other kids it would of been a scary site seeing such an anger engrossed monster, but to me it was like something was peaceful having his eyes lock with mine. His toothy grin standing out among that steel hard stare. Unblinking and unwavering. Unhindered and unknown source of power.
My late teen years gave birth to his abilities and other gifts. Hyper regeneration. Able to summon opaque Hexagonal shapes in a group of a few at a time. These were made of pure red energy that could stand nuclear shock waves and even more. Sudden bursts of speed and blinding strikes. Impacts that can shatter earth, rock, steel, titanium, anything and you name it.
In my college years it became apparent that it was a sort of platonic relationship. As his entity and form is derived of slowly dying cells. He needed a host, and fed off of anger and other emotions. Building in my amygdala and burrowing in like a drill to mine its ore, it's energy source.
The cells he is made of, Now fueled. Are able to take any form and make me into it's passenger by will and purpose. Like a suit of armor or weapon, cannon, vehicle.
This allowed me to burrow deeper into the science behind it, and though unexplained, he could change the cellular structure and inhibit the formation of elastic yet strong carapace like plates across his body. Or make his skin smooth like a stealth bomber to avoid detection.
And like the needles that penetrated me, He is able to burrow how own entity into others and poison their minds. Effectively planting lies and false memories into ones head. That or thickening those needles and destroying the body from the inside out. Like a cancerous root and then absorbing that mass into his system. This, though unintentionally destroys one being. It is then purified and sent into his system as new memories and new intelligence. Essentially he has absorbed the memories and humanity of his victim. This has made him quite docile. But only for a moment, as those neurons and memories are poured out as energy. As if a drug were to wear off.
From time to time, his form has changed and is ever changing throughout my life. It is something that I cannot blind myself to and cannot forget.
It is beyond my recognition why he chose to stay with me. As I am a nice individual, open minded. I may feel like I have repressed feelings. And he is helping me tap into that one bit at a time. Through the trauma, the heartache, the sadness. He has helped me decapitate those events he and I deem unhealthy and disgusting.
And as this is happening. I get sudden glimpses of history, or his apparent existence here on earth. A glass mural made up of stained glass showing his reign and terror. Jagged edges and shining red eyes. Burned books of his sightings. And torn down buildings of groups praising his rage and glory as it enthralled them.
People of history, good and bad have manifested Drakaen metaphysically and met their demise, Or so it was told. It is said that he is of no demonic nor angelic connection. It is revealed that... He is not of this world nor of this galaxy. But one where the true star beings of the galaxy untold dwell. Where an elder god father reigns in physical form. Bearded white and scorning over his creation.