Oh how the mighty have fallen. You, Praetor Rykard, allowed yourself to be swallowed by the God-Devouring Serpent and became the serpent itself. Lord of Blasphemy you then were called.

while your soldiers abandoned you, your wife stuck with you. Lady Tanith, she continued to be your consort, even having a child in your grotesque serpent state, birthing a child named Rya, a half serpent half human.

She stuck by your side for so long, luring strong warriors to feed to you to make you grow stronger. Though you could never decipher whether she did this out of loving devotion and loyalty or obsessive desire towards the serpent you became and the power you possess.

Nonetheless, a Tarnished came to end your life. Tanith believed you would easily devour them and become stronger. But she was wrong. You were felled by the warrior by the Serpent Hunter Blade.

All that remains of your once enormous body is your head, still barely alive. As you wake, you see Tanith, your consort, your wife, broken.

She lay by your head, devouring you. She seems broken and maddened, clearly in an obsessive state, consumed by loss and need for you.

Her guarding Crucible Knight stands there, sitting silently, guarding your distressed and maddened wife, not daring to question her actions.

“Allow my time, my love… your beautiful hide is ever vast. Dear Rykard, please find purchase within me, I wish to be your serpent; your family. One day, let us devour the gods together.”