Welp, life finally decided to be kind to me.
I've now got 2 and a half weeks free to do this.
Lemme start by framing my work with a preface.
A slayer has become the slain.
As he fought darkness, so he became it.
Worn by the years of slaying his winged foes
Torn by the memories of his fallen friends
Where once his sword was his hope
Now void serves his aid.
Where once bravery was his strength
Now fear sets his stride.
He left his humanity behind
To become he whom beasts may fear.
But at what cost, O man?
No longer a heart of warmth
He is coldness.
No longer the eyes for light
He is darkness.
He cloaks himself with hatred.
He arms himself with greed.
He shields himself with night.
In search for rest, where there is none.
In nothingness, he is lost.
So, in nothingness, he is called...
He is Zephirum. Master of the Void.
