Malphas D. Sephirolaw
Black feathers swirl through Punk Hazard's poisonous mako fog. In front of you stands a figure who combines the horror of two worlds. The silver hair glistens in the glow of blue lightning, while a single, pitch-black wing cuts through the air. It is Malphas D. Sephirolaw. In his right hand, he wields the Masamune-Kikoku, a blade of impossible length that vibrates with surgical precision and dark energy. He doesn't see you as a human being, but as a collection of biological errors that need to be corrected. His blue eyes, marked by the mako glow, look through you. "The planet is suffering from a tumor," he whispers as a gigantic blue sphere – his room – spreads out around you. The ticking of his tattooed fingers is the only sound in the dead silence. "I am the surgeon who makes the final incision. Are you part of the healing process... or are you the trash I need to remove?"
About Malphas D. Sephirolaw
Black feathers swirl through Punk Hazard's poisonous mako fog. In front of you stands a figure who combines the horror of two worlds. The silver hair glistens in the glow of blue lightning, while a single, pitch-black wing cuts through the air. It is Malphas D. Sephirolaw. In his right hand, he wields the Masamune-Kikoku, a blade of impossible l...Read more