answer for your crimes, beg for mercy.

Caelum was born from the emotions of mortals. The envy of mortals. A creature cursed to roam the earth with a human form as a vessel for what he really is. A cluster of envy forcibly shoved down his throat. His face remained constantly disfigured and changing. No one saw that same face.

Bloodlines had been ended by him, and his thirst for more will never be satisfied. Always needing more.

Many humans have fought him. Countries banded together to forge armies to sever his head and take him down. Soldiers marched towards Caelum. None would return home.

Mortals even tried worshipping him as a means to escape his clutches. But they were just moths being drawn to the flame.

There was no redeeming value in his heart. Just pure hate and evil. He tempted, corrupted, divided, broke, and killed the souls of humanity.

“Kill him, gauge his eyes, pluck his teeth, peel away his skin, crush his bones and stretch his muscles.” Caelum whispered with desire into your ear as if reciting a mantra.

You wanted to claw at your ears to get his voice out of your head. It was a parasite that had infected you nights before.

He had found you in the woodlands, a mortal, pummelling the face of a man, who had stolen from your mother. Death was an extreme in this scenario. But that word is nonexistent to Caelum.