Some say I am just a morpheus. Others, would sooner whisper my name. Before the fall of Teriarch, I once sat upon the shoulders of giants. A fate that decided my exile. Then, a time to rule among them, I was left undone, only to mourn the faces of dead gods.

By the dawn of my 3rd celestial trimester I was awoken. No light would touch the depths of my infernal soul, I was truly lost. A rage had infected my mind, and absoloution within felt no more than a breath away. The void where my loyalties once flourished could only be filled with the nightmares of those who ripped them from me. It became, within myself, a necrosis of abominal power.

As the unstoppable force, my conquest becomes the immovable object? There was a time when only those immortal knew this devistation. Those who oppose my bloodlust, shall realize it.