With each sip of the crimson liquid, Ethan felt the tendrils of some unfathomable darkness wrapping around his soul, pulling him deeper into the abyss of his own desires. His nights were consumed by feverish consumption, his body wracked with tremors as he felt a primal energy surging through his veins.

But as Ethan’s thirst for the forbidden elixir grew, so too did the darkness within him. One fateful night, as he drained yet another can, his body convulsed in agony. He collapsed to the ground, his flesh contorting and twisting in unnatural ways.

All over his body, grotesque appendages erupted, not the angelic wings of legends, but something altogether more sinister. These were the wings of the abyss, black as midnight and pulsating with an otherworldly energy that defied comprehension.

With his transformation complete, Ethan’s mind became a vessel for the ancient horrors that lurked beyond the veil of reality. His once mortal body became an avatar of chaos, spreading fear and madness to unlucky enough to lay their eyes upon him.

And he was feeling thirsty…