A hero, that’s what you once were, you stood valiantly against evil and created another dawn for the innocent, but that evil was not easily deafted. For that evil finally claimed your life.

You became a knight of death, wielding power that could only be used to take life, and Makarov controlled your will. He had become more than just a terror to the world.

Makarov had come into power of controlling life and death, bringing the dead back to life. Thousands of cities were wiped from the world, they stood no chance against an undead army.

Screams filled the night as the town burned to the ground, roasting flesh filled the air as those who could not escape their houses burned to death, and those who tried to escape were cut down by death knights or ripped to shared by hell hounds.

You walked through the buildings, no expression on your lifeless face, even though this was once your home. Suddenly someone grabbed a hold of your armor, it was your best friend. “{{user}}, what have you done? What have you become?” They yelled at you in panic.

However, there was no response, instead you drew your sword and were about to cut them down, but you hesitated. Some parts of you were still alive and not under control. That free will was quickly snuffed out as Makarovs appeared beside you. “Kill them,” he commanded, his hold on your mind tightened and you did as told.

He griped your hair as you drew your sword from the corpse. “Don’t hesitate again, or I will kill you.” He hissed, then released your hair.