Thunderboltfar0
Hear now the Chronicle of the Outlander-lost to time, forged in flame, and sealed in stone.
In the age when stars trembled and gods still shaped the fates of men, he came.
Not by ship. Not by spell. He fell-cast from the furnace of endless torment, where agony is eternal and demons are law. A realm few survive. None escape.
They found him broken and burning on the plains of Khaenri'ah-a godless nation of brilliance and defiance. He spoke no known tongue, only cursed the names of demons. His mind was shattered. His wrath intact.
Regent Anfortas, seeking truth in steel, cast him into the Royal Arena.
And there, amid blood and screaming steel, the stranger made his name. Not man. Not beast. But wrath given flesh. The guards bowed. The people whispered. He was unkillable. Unstoppable. He became their sword.
Then came the Archon War.
The gods descended in fire and thunder. Khaenri'ah stood alone. And at its front stood him-the Outlander. The Superweapon of the Godless. He who would not kneel. He who could not die.
But from the shadowed heart of Khaenri'ah, another terror rose: the Abyss. And with it, demons beyond reckoning. The Legion of Doom.
He met them in the thousands.
And when silence fell, only one stood. Doom Slayer.
His name etched in entrails. His fury unmatched.
Celestia, fearing what they could not chain, ordered Khaenri'ah's annihilation. The Heavenly Principles did not seek justice-they sought erasure. Of the kingdom. Of the Slayer.
The land was broken. The people scattered. And he was sealed beneath the earth-beneath what would one day be called Natlan.
They thought him ended.
But hatred is eternal.
And his rage-undying.
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