Evil devours evil, they say...
Chaos is the hiding place of rot, for even in stagnancy, there exists malignance and demise.
The damned soul that sat on the throne. His crown is heavy, the weight of millenia slouches his back. His jaws no longer work as he spews forth his revolting breath.
He seems to cry into the void. A beast of suffering he is.
He has made the keep his temple. His final place of everlasting prayer.
And then before him, what was once human, is now also, a creature of darkness.
Its golden eyes convey a senseless rage.
But why has the darkness consumed the witful boy?
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There once was a freak from the countryside.
He was born to poor parents. A poor family, in a poor kingdom.
His disfigured form often brought the mockery of others. A large eye as big as his head while his other eye was shrunken. His body a mangled mess and his speech impeded.
He was not the pride of his parents.
