Finally, it was time. Time to enter into the deepest, darkest corners of Alexei's soul, the ones where even he had never truly entered before, only skimming the surface. His last two companions, the ones that he had at one point treasured more than his own soul. Him and her, Blane and Vivian.
Blane was, at one point, like a brother to Alexei. They had known each other for the better part of three years, the duration of Alexei's time as the Light God Slayer; they had fought together, eaten together, and for long periods of time, were each others only other being to interact with. While not as chaos oriented as Alexei's other friends, they had reached a mutual understanding of one another; Alexei had known the inner workings of Blane's soul as much as he knew his own. Maybe even moreso, considering what he was doing now. Blane, however, had died, by Alexei's own hand. It was the most tragic end to their close relationship; Alexei had turned on his friend, blinded by rage that was loosely directed at the God of Light that had sent Blane to him. Blane had given himself up willingly for Alexei's revenge; in the ultimate act of selflessness, he allowed Alexei to devour him, giving him the power necessary to defeat Rakoto.
And then, there was her. Vivian. Blane had been like a brother to Alexei, but Vivian was the only person that he truly considered to be family. Despite not being blood related, the two had grown up in the shadow of the Dark Tower, surviving on what they could find and what the more sympathetic mages gave them. Always the bookworm, Vivian had learned metamagic, developing her alternate personality Vi in the process. They were polar opposites, but Alexei had loved them equally; after all, they were just two sides of Alexei's adoptive sister. No matter what had happened, Alexei and Vivian had supported each other; they had been each others anchor, keeping the other grounded and giving them a safe place to return to.
Vivian had died twice, at least in Alexei's eyes. The first 'death' had actually left her alive, but it had prompted Alexei to strike out on his own, believing her dead. It was what had made him into the wanderer he still was today. They had found each other, and their happiness again, but it was all too quickly snatched away from them by Vivian's second death, her true death. Watching her die in his arms had torn Alexei's soul asunder; it had led to the rage that had, in turn, killed Blane. She had been his cornerstone, and her removal had led to his collapse into the psychoses that existed today.