TheForeverSpawn

My story is a long one, my friend. It has been so long...so very long...I have been hunting evil for no less than a thousand years. Yet, I remember well how this pain started...as though it were just yesterday. When my blood was warm, I was a great warrior. Neither man nor beast could best me in mortal combat. Then, in my arrogance, I said one day even death himself will bow before my swords...

   He smiled and said, from a man of death from death himself, a wager. If you win, eternal life is yours. If I win, your soul is mine to do with as I wish. Foolishly I accepted...
With sword and spell, we clashed toe to toe. The world trembled at our unleashed powers. I attacked with such fury and might, that even death himself was taken aback, and then, incredibly felled! I toppled the master and he granted my reward...

   He granted me the kiss of eternal life, but, for my arrogance and pride he tempered my gift with this curse. Each nightfall, evils will be shown to me, and the pain of their victims will be my pain. I will never know rest as I wander these world's, searching to slay the horrors that haunt my sleeping world. I will suffer grievous wounds, but I will not die, and as eternity rolls on, I crave his touch. My face will bear his visage, and my eyes burn with hellfire. 'Let it not be said that I am without mercy' death said. There shall be an end to my curse, if all the beasts of the dark are slain...

   I hunt...and fight...and kill, until the end of my curse. Only then I will be able to seek solitude and forever rest.