"Baelor? How e you know so much about this thing?" Eren inquired, arriving back to the fort of the dle lit living room. A question which gave pause to Baelor, p oher he should reveal his secret. His finger circled on a book atop his colle of shelves.

  "Well. Let me tell you the tale." Eren tentively, sitting back down in his chair, sipping at his Qenya.

  ***

  We start as many tales do, in a time long fotten by history. In a faraway nd, uhe watch of a pantheon of gods.

  Lived a humble man; whose name has been lost to time, worked diligently. A farther that roud, a mother who loved him dearly and twin sisters who adored him. Their lives were simple and peaceful.

  However, peace is a fragile gift seldomly granted by the heavens. For strife would soon find a foothold in this quaint er of the earth, followers of one of the many gods demaributes for their idol; gold and flesh were all that sate them.

  The maed, as did his father, but they were powerless against these religious zealots. They burheir house, stole their gold, and eheir daughters.

  The father fought and was killed for his resistahe wife took her own life, and our humble man was left alive; a broken spirit whose hope was taken from him. All that remained was hope; the hope of saving his beloved sisters.

  So began our hero's journey. Wandering the vast expanses of a kingdom torn by faiths dogmatic beliefs, fag all manner of beasts and trials set forth by divinity. Yet he persisted; reag his goal, a temple of ivory ns built into an awe-inspiring peak, a mo devoted eo the god.

  However, the man ood a ce.

  Made an example of, he was cast into the abyss to forever fall; the void ed him leaving nothing but despair... The abyss was his eternity.

  Until a twist of fate brought him together with a beast; For in this dark world, y a creature of self-loathing, pride, and wrath. A fallen god, stripped from the heavens, fotten by its brethren and mortals alike.

  The god offered our hero a choice, to wither and fade into the dark. Or, to cim the power of a godkiller, to seek vengeance; and bring ruin upon those whht injustices. The man readily accepted this offer.

  Thus, from the fires of the abyss fed a on, tempered, and imbued with the will of the fallen god; ahereal entity woven into steel. Granting the new bearer a strength beyond imagining; to wield the wrath of oblivion, the destru of all things divine. Gods, kings, monsters, nothing stood above his power.

  For the man who fell into abyss, arose an avatar of retribution, his mind fixated on justice. Wearing the skin of a mortal, hiding the terrible powers underh. The temple fell before the might of his army. With every drop of blood spilt, new corpses joiheir ranks, charging against their foes. They showed no mercy, sparing none.

  Finally, the aspect of wrath had reached his sisters. Their bodies and mind twisted beynition; his own siblings didn't know him; they couldn't eveheir own name.

  He returo his vilge to bury his family, a testament to the lives lost to the cruelty of gods. Yet his story was unfinished; aemple came seeking tribute. The fury that had once driven him reignited.

  He led his horde with a renewed sense of purpose, decimating the intruders. The church was sughtered, the god a arget of retribution.

  And so began a decades long crusade against the heavens. From mountain peaks to the sands of deserts, os deep and juhick. Every nd touched by the divine was besieged, thousands perished; believers, priests, champions alike. All were food for his army and kindling for his fire.

  Before eventually...

  ***

  "Eventually what?" Eren asked impatiently. Baelor's voice softened as he reached the end.

  "The tale ends there, lost to time. Many perspectives exist of the ending; some say he marched against heaven itself until no gods remained. Others, the ring cimed his mind, leaving not a trace of our protagonist. My personal favourite is that he withdrew himself, tired of death aru, his heart weary from losing so many. The st se was the man surrounded by his loyal subjects, leaving them on a hilltop; tinuing alone in search of soce, peace from the chaos he had wrought."

  "And this is all that remains?" Erehe ring, examining every detail. The metal glowing faintly in azure light.