Fear The Night : All-Out

Raising his halberd aloft, Pierre-Ornée found himself to be standing at the point of a triangle formed of only incredibly powerful beings, each of them radiating a domineering presence, capable of crushing the wills and bodies of those lesser than themselves.

Himself, Halbardier Pierre-ornée, who had given up everything in the pursuit of what he viewed as the mightiest of powers, one's own self.

The strongest gravelord, Nosferatu, Of The Foetid Blood, who had done the opposite, taking everything he could, stacking it all using his mastery of his blood, bringing it all together, managing to make a randomly occurring event submit to his will.

The mysterious being of heresy, the one called, Nameless King, First Of The Hollows, an empty shell, the perfect vessel and thus capable of wielding the defiler's flame without drawbacks, the furnace that was his chest was now fully alit, nonsensical contradictory form blazing with fire that could prove fatal to anyone.