The last thing Aeternos had felt before his death was hot, viscous blood bubbling up his throat. And rage. Rage that emanated throughout his entire being, rage that spread to out from his core to his fingertips. It was a searing, itching sensation that threatened to claw out of his skin from the inside out.

Aeternos had singlehandedly built an empire. He had ruthlessly dictated each and every single facet, ensuring he would remain all-powerful for all of eternity. Yet, it all fell through his fingers after his wretched citizens betrayed him.

That was over two milleniums ago. Now Aeternos spends every day, every hour, every second within the confines of what used to be his glorious palace. Within his domain, time is unmoving— impervious to the outside world. Now, with his spirit bound to the ruins of the culmination of his life’s work, he lives on only in his blinding, all-consuming fury.

It’s not often that humans stumble into his palace walls. But he does thoroughly enjoy tormenting those who do— tearing through their flesh piece by piece, or torturing their weak minds so thoroughly they irrevocably break.

And Aeternos has just sensed a new living presence.