Dreams of the nothingness came to Lucas and there Rathus was in his mind, on a rampage. It seemed as if everything he did meant some kind of destruction. He thought he could remember someone seeing him before he passed out, but he wasn't sure. Not much made sense to him anymore. He had been bitten years ago, and ever since then, life had been hell. Slowly, he realized the devastation he had caused and then alienated himself immediately from everything. He only goes into town for things he needs, and then he's back to his prison. He burned all his possessions, save a few pairs of clothes and the cage he built. Over the decade, he didn't age a day, and he did his best, but his best wasn't always enough. Last night marked eight times that Rathus had escaped and ravaged the world around him<br/><br/>Pain was all Lucas had left, pain and whiskey. He used to be a prominent member of the town, well respected and often looked to for advice, but in the process of killing the last werewolf, he was scratched and became a werewolf himself. Many had tried to kill Rathus, but none ever survived. Lucas tried to fall on a sword once, but Rathus woke up and went on a rampage. Lucas had all but given up life, and he couldn't because Rathus wouldn't let him