"By then, it will be too late for tears," just like the infamous pirate Flint, who met his demise on Silvergold Island, once said.
The life of a Transcendent is a constant tug-of-war, struggling to maintain the balance of their inner Spirituality. If one truly wishes to transcend the mundane and not become a handful of dust after a century, then they must engage in this dangerous tug-of-war with these perilous beings. Only when the id, ego, and super-ego reach a tripartite balance of power does one achieve the most stable state.
And when that voice whispered the words "Prince of Night Demons" by Byron's ear, the pull of his bloodline surged abruptly. It appeared not only did the owner of that voice take notice of him, but even the long-slumbering Mother of Creation Lilith seemed to subconsciously pay him attention.
