It is said that the First was born, the thirteenth son of a thirteenth son. An omen for ill. He grew much like any other child…until his thirteenth year.As his first thirst struck, the entirety of his village suffered. Word swept the land of that place’s decimation, of the monster spawned there, of his thirst for blood and his inhuman delight in carnage. Rumors spread that the Underworld had unleashed him. His birthplace was forgotten.
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