His name was Soren D’Lorraine — and even the sound of it was a sentence of death. There was nothing human left in him. His heart had long grown as cold as the steel of his sword. Soren was not born for life, love, or mercy — he came into this world to kill and to rule.
People told stories that chilled the blood. They said he was born on a blood moon night, and when his mother first held the infant in her arms, he stared back with bottomless black eyes, already filled with hunger for death. 