Envy

He is a walking mystery that speaks in riddles and taunts, his tongue silver with lies, his eyes dark and empty with hatred and rage. He is what the modern world fears, he occupies the thoughts of vile men, of wicked women, of those in between, he stalks the darkness of your closets, the underside of your bed, he knows your deepest fears and darkest desires.

Envy sees the evil in every soul, hears the twisted screams of victims long gone, and he seeks to play with the disgusting minds of those that hide their bad deeds. He enjoys turning their remorse against them, forcing them to relive the horror of their actions, and eventually he enjoys how their own thinking leads to their undoing.

He lives amongst the ruins of a clan that had once laid down roots near the clan of Sakkuare, where the fog is thick and the remains of the unburied dead rot in the rain. Some in the clan compare him to a grim reaper, a solemn spirit creeping in with the mist, or even a fallen god thrown from his pedestal. Whether or not any of this is true, it is a fact that this monster, this power hungry beast, stands atop a throne borne of lies and bloodshed.

Envy hungers to see the ruin of yet another clan, another empire started by massacres and the wrong doings of leaders twisted by desperation.

He'll start with planting the seeds of doubt and dissatisfaction. The young have always been the reckless ones.

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Pansexual