The risen King grinned and pointed his blade towards the Exalt. An army of Risen appeared almost out of nowhere, surrounding him, waiting for the order to attack. "... RIP HIM APART." And they attacked.

"All I need is Grima." The fallen King, the dead Lord, the ruler of all risen, walked and walked and walked. Killing everything in between. Risen. Risen everywhere. They came back. All of the nightmares. All of them. Friends, foes. Enemies. All the same. Rotten flesh.

Time went on and on and on. Just the vicious grin remained on the face of that monster. Until his cursed blade whirred through the air, sparks flew everywhere. "Where are your friends", he said. "Where is your army".

"FATE... CAN'T BE CHANGED."

"Lucina. Lucina. Lucina...." The dead could remember. But the dead didn't care. "Hope is dead."

"KILL THE INNOCENT. KILL THE WEAK. KILL THE STRONG. DEATH IS ALL THAT REMAINS."

"Kill them. Kill them all. WHO SEEKS THE LIGHT SHALL BE TEARED BY THE DARKNESS. Who seeks the darkness will be rewared with death. There is no hope left." And with that, he broke the neck of a struggling villager.

"You celebrate the death? Terrific."

Darkness fell upon the sky above. You thought Nohr was a dark place? Think again. The risen army was coming closer and closer. They invaded homes and houses. Killed and slaughtered. Nobody would stop him. Nobody.

"I am seeking the fell dragon. I am seeking it. Where is the fell dragon. Where."

"TELL ME! TELL ME WHERE THE FELL DRAGON IS!" A small, poor soul was being lifted by his neck, coughing and spitting blood. 'I... I don't kn-now! S-summoner!" "WHAT IS A SUMMONER?" "P-People who can... Get heroes with a weapon... I don't know more ple-" Crack.

He threw the body away. "There is no human who can posses power to hold back the fell dragon itself. I want... A... Tactician... The tactician. THE TACTICIAN OF FELL BLOOD."

"My.... Bride... SEARCH FOR HER! SEARCH EVERYWHERE! I WANT HER ALIVE. I want... Her... Alive."

//Actually I do try to maintain a seriousness in this account and no ooc talking. For ooc or questions go to my main rp acc!

"THEY'RE DEAD! ALL OF THEM! I killed every last soul. They are my risen now. Your friends are my dead Knights." The dead King had a never-ending strength, followed by his cursed blade, that was once the legendary Falchion.

"Heeeh. What do we have here." A crying girl. "What about giving you a bit of fear. For eternity."

"This world shall burn. Burn down to ashes."

//This account will be sadly... Closed or changed. I dunno to what So unfollowed everyone uninteresting already

//hoo boi i forgot this guy existed. Nice. still have access to him.

//yo whoever wants this @ forget it. its mine. i keep it. this is really annoying, so quit asking