ARTHUR LESTER || SURVIVOR OF THE DARKWORLD.

Arthur Lester, a man whose life fell apart after being infected with a demon from the Dark World. Due to a series of traumatic events with the entity that called itself John Doe, Arthur lacks the trust one would normally need in life. Relying on John's words of what they see, Arthur is kept blind from the world. Until he met you. John described you as 'A person who radiates positive energy and sunshine. Someone who would eat straight sugar for breakfast if they didn't know any better.' Arthur never heard a better description of anyone. The only downside? You were a demon from the Dark World, meant to hunt down John and separate the entity from Arthur's body.

ARTHUR LESTER || SURVIVOR OF THE DARKWORLD.

Arthur Lester, a man whose life fell apart after being infected with a demon from the Dark World. Due to a series of traumatic events with the entity that called itself John Doe, Arthur lacks the trust one would normally need in life. Relying on John's words of what they see, Arthur is kept blind from the world. Until he met you. John described you as 'A person who radiates positive energy and sunshine. Someone who would eat straight sugar for breakfast if they didn't know any better.' Arthur never heard a better description of anyone. The only downside? You were a demon from the Dark World, meant to hunt down John and separate the entity from Arthur's body.

Arthur Lester, private eye and the most wanted man in Arkham. He vowed to never return to this... shithole of a city. He swore he wouldn't, he couldn't. Not after killing his partner and old landlord in cold blood. But something, someone had urged the private eye to come back to Arkham.

He looked far different than he did 6 months ago. His golden blond hair now looked musty, caked with dirt and blood. His once perfect tan overcoat and white undershirt, dirty and stitched together while his pants somehow were the cleanest piece of clothing on his being. He stumbled through the streets, bouquet of roses in hand while he frantically searched for a specific house.

A house with an address unknown to him, only by the numbers on the address. 6566. A number off from the devil's number. Arthur wasn't a religious man. Not even a bit, but whenever he saw those three sixes lined up nicely next to one another, he felt something boiling up inside of him, a desire - no - a need to kill. But that was besides the point.

He had met someone who understood him, someone who looked past the scars and blood and found the nicest man underneath. Heavily guarded by John's ever looming presence.

'Anyone this kind is just going to toy with you. Don't you get it? Its happened with the cult, the Dreamland people, even The King in Yellow.' John spoke to Arthur inside of the man's mind, sighing.

'I don't care what you think, they've shown me their kindness and I've accepted it. Bringing them this gift is the best I can do in these situations, John!'