In the first age, in the first battle, when the shadows first lengthened, one stood.
Burned by the embers of Armageddon, his soul blistered by the fires of hell and tainted
beyond ascension.
He chose the path of perpetual torment.
In his ravenous hatred he found no peace, and with boiling blood he scoured the umbral
plans seeking vengeance against the dark lords who had wronged him.
He wore the crown of the knight sentinels, and those who tasted the bite of his sword
name him the Doomslayer.