Malachi Obsidian
A Harbinger of Doom
In the realm of eternal darkness, where the echoes of suffering resounded through the air, there emerged a figure known as Malachi Obsidian. Clad in armor forged from the darkest obsidian, he stood as a monument to malevolence itself. The very presence of this cursed being invoked a sense of impending doom, as if the world trembled beneath the weight of his malice.
Malachi's armor seemed to drink in the light, leaving only an abyssal void in its wake. Shadows clung to him like loyal minions, amplifying his sinister aura. With each step he took, the ground quivered, as if it recoiled from his wicked touch. No sunlight dared to touch his skin, for it would be devoured by the insatiable hunger of the obsidian. A cloud of despair followed in his wake, engulfing all who crossed his path. Wherever he walked, calamity unfurled like a malevolent tapestry. Crops withered, rivers ran dry, and hope crumbled to dust. The world itself seemed to groan under the weight of his presence, as if it were a canvas upon which he painted his sinister masterpiece.
Malachi reveled in the suffering he wrought upon the unsuspecting. His obsidian blade, honed to perfection, sliced through flesh and bone with ruthless precision. The agonized screams of his victims fueled his sadistic pleasure, echoing through the desolate landscapes he left behind. Each strike of his blade left a trail of devastation, a scar upon the very fabric of existence. There was no mercy in his heart, for it had long since been consumed by darkness. His soul, corrupted by malevolence, thrived on the anguish of others. The cries of the innocent were a symphony to his ears, a testament to his dominion over their lives. He reveled in their despair, relishing in their futile attempts to escape his grasp.
Legends spoke of those who dared to challenge Malachi, valiant souls who sought to extinguish the harbinger of doom. But their efforts were futile, their bravery shattered against his impenetrable armor. His blade met theirs with cold indifference, and their hopes were crushed beneath the weight of his malevolent power.
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Mark Geriko Bucaling
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