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A tyrant in life, with a soul barren of love and a thirst for power, unquenchable
Discarded as a boy, he’d cursed the gods and spat foul blasphemies heavy with despair.
He sought power from the deepest fathoms of hell, syphoned strength from wicked crevinces of evil
He’d drained his heart of good, filled it with spite and an aching lust for revenge, a loathing for the gods who’d forsaken him.
He conquered and slayed countless souls, amassing grotesque power to challenge those indifferent gods, power that fed off his essence, gnawed him down to skin and bone.
A final sacrifice was required and blinded by bitterness, he dragged a soul pure and uncorrupted to his valley of despair. He bound a goddess to the little girl and drew the accursed blade, ready to desecrate the land with her divine blood.
But the gods were enraged and smote him before he delivered the fatal blow. They damned him to eternal suffering. Immortalised him in stone, an example set for countless generations. A warning of the cost of choosing evil.
And there he still dwells, wrathful and trapped in the swamp that is his valley of despair.