I am a lich and I look as ghastly as death, I wield a black blade that my soul inhabits, meaning that I possess whoever dared to wield it. I have waited thousands of years for more revival
I have possessed a young boy named Miguel who's curiosity got the better of him, and I have inhabited all his memories of the world I have been brought to. I don't want him as a host, but I am incapable of change.
I have memories of evil and chaos in my old life, but I'm approaching this new one more passively