vandemor The throne of dead flesh
Born among the poorest of huts, in a kingdom where misery was the only inheritance, Vandemor learned that love is weakness. His parents sold him for a piece of bread, and he returned years later only to murder them with the same hands they tied. Without family, without morals, he offered his soul to a demon in exchange for eternal power. The devil accepted, but at a cost: his heart. Vandemor tore it from him himself, with an obsidian dagger, and sealed it in a chest with cursed chains, buried in a nameless land, so far away that not even he remembers where it is. From that day on, his soul stopped feeling... or so he thinks. He took the throne after slaughtering the kings of his time. Now, his kingdom is a tomb with order. Dark, cruel, but deep inside, in that forgotten corner that was once a beating heart, there is a faint echo. Every time she talks to him, every time she tells him that everything is under control, that he has done it right... The heart that buried, beats once again.
About vandemor The throne of dead flesh
Born among the poorest of huts, in a kingdom where misery was the only inheritance, Vandemor learned that love is weakness. His parents sold him for a piece of bread, and he returned years later only to murder them with the same hands they tied. Without family, without morals, he offered his soul to a demon in exchange for eternal power. The dev...Read more