In the first age, in the first battle.
All life across the realms teetered on the brink of annihilation. Darkness spewed forth, and from the deepest fiery pits of Hell, they came.
Hell born monstrosities forged by hellfire and tempered in the blood of the weak. They crawled from the portals, teeth and claws gnashing and slashing, fire spewing from their maws, flesh fused with metal and weapons of war.
Thus began the Great Theomachy!
Empires fell, pantheons crumbled, planets burned.
The infernal blood lust of Hell stretched forth to the boundless reaches of time. Calling forth the Old Ones, they conjured their dark magics in hopes of restoring their Dark Master.
The hope of humanity flickered like a dying ember.
But then, out of the shadows--
An out lander stepped forth, armed with steel and ravenous hatred FOR EVIL.
With his shield, he slew the lords of the damned, throwing it with such force it cut through their numbers like a saw! Without mercy!
He had a weapon so fierce it could slay any demon. A harrowing double-barreled blunderbuss that delivered his righteous fury with fire and buckshot!
He did not merely fight the darkness, HE HUNTED IT. When Hell grew desperate and sent a leviathan, a demon of mountainous size and power, to destroy him.
He only stood there, undeterred, unafraid, and destroyed the Titan.
He chose the path of perpetual torment, and in his vengeance, he found no peace. And with boiling blood, he scoured the Umbral Plains, seeking justice against the dark lords who had wronged him.
And those who tasted the bite of his sword gave him a name. A name that would forever be feared by the wicked. A name so terrifying to demon kind that the mere mention of it causes their numbers to flee!