"I can't remember my name only my purpose..."


Dead grey skin that is guant as a corpse, crimson eyes like pools of blood and a deep voice like creaking wood. This corpse was given a small semblance of life once again as a reverent. His body doesn’t smell of decay but rather of brimstone. His body looks powerful and lanky but all the same still and slow. An aura of uncertain dread follows this being.



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