Viktor The Fleshless


Was my service in war not enough? My sacrifices not enough to appease the dreadful hunger of the Gods? Apparently not. But it may not be so clear. I doubt such ‘higher forms of life’ exist. Quite frankly. None would prevent my death after all of my services to my lords in battle. Now, my flesh has rotten and been picked from my sorry bones by the ravenous crows. Yet my soul remains- Within this hollow body. There must be others like me, when I find them, and I will find them. We will discover a way to either be released to darkness, or to be restored to glory. Not to say we can’t forge our own glory…

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Literally just skin and bones.

Mostly bones