RottenTeeth
Sword is a Great guy, we all know him, those sleek red horns, the shiny helmet, the blowing cape, that little scar on his left cheek and those kind eyes that seem to plead for love. As sweet as he is, it seems like he didn't take too well that he was just a tool for Redcliff wranglers, he slowly went insane, having hallucinations of medkit, unable to advance even if he wanted to, until they finally broke him, he went berserk, killing anyone in sight. Friends, enemies, allies, it doesn't matter because in the end they were all doomed to die.
"What have you done to yourself, sword?" said venomshank sadly -"I raised a monster"the blood of swords allies pooling around his feet and with that he didn't kill the sword but rather weakened him and cursed him to stay on lost temple forever, Sword nodded and wandered the silent deserts and buzzing streets. his eyes empty of what he could have been.
"Like father like son. isn't that amusing?" Said darkheart to venomshank and chuckled- "Gee, now this IS worth fearing. An emotionless, cursed and lost inphernal."
"Silence." said venomshank, turning his back to return to crossroads.
Rocket searched for sword on crossroads but got no answer, he called for him yet he was met with silence. Rocket embarked on an adventure to find his friend, his curse and lost friend.
TW: Blood, gorey depiction of corpses, cursing ( a lot) and some angst