Pestilence: Rise Of The Pure Undead
Moulded from rot and souls, Loimos is born as an undead, as a skeleton. An undead linked to the weakest category of its kind, yet, he has something no other of the dead have. He is pure. Follow the journey of Loimos as he fulfils his duty and hunts down the living with extreme prejudice and faces off with the hypocrisy of those who live in death. In a world thriving with life, magic and heroes, he stands as the solution and its end.
Pale Garden
"What a drag…"
"Do I have to be here? Go meet your grandpapa or whatever on your own, it's not my problem that this decrepit assembly of mental oddities can not be trusted"
"You are entitled to your opinion Death Dealer, but my ancestor is the founder of the Fin-Limier association, you have him to thank for receiving payment for mass murder and other crimes"
Maliah rolled her eyes, entirely shrouded in her misshapen cloak, appearing as naught but a shadow given physical form, even the assassin associate, current leader of the Fin-Limier, had trouble distinguishing the girl's presence as she just walked beside him.