Jason strode purposefully through the citadel, his massive, armoured form seething with the evil power imbued by Lord Valcenz. His eyes glowed an angry scarlet and the blue jewel on his chest hummed with arcane power; a power Jason still did not fully understand, although he would never admit this. Understanding was not his task. He had been created for the sole purpose of furthering Lord Valcenz's legacy and to that end there were none better.

How he longed to taste blood once more. It had been days since he last sacrificed heretics on the altar of his Lord, and his inhuman lust for death was beginning to drive him wild.

Guards recoiled when confronted with the walking avatar of death, his fists clenching and relaxing as he attempted to stem his need for carnage. He wanted to kill them, every last one of them. They were all incompetent, all useless, all fortunate to be granted the favour of mighty Valcenz. It disgusted Jason to see these ingrates cower; behaving so human as to induce vomit. Humanity was a self-destructive beast that could not be trusted. Only the pure, loving embrace of chaos could truly redeem such worthless souls, and Jason would see to it that all in turn were faced with redemption.

In the distance he spotted his Lord and sped up, his footsteps becoming great thuds that rang through the stone hallways of the castle. His cape billowed behind him and his eyes flashed a deeper red as he rounded his master and fell to his knees:

"Great Lord Valcenz, command me."

Jason knew he need not say any more than that. If Lord Valcenz had a task for him he would announce it, if not then he would keep on walking and Jason would be grateful to still have his life. It was not that he feared death, indeed Jason barely even knew of death, such was the degree to which he had been corrupted, it was that he saw every meeting with Valcenz as a blessing; as a chance to convert the undeserving with blade and axe, fire and fist. It would not be enough to say that Jason enjoyed what he did because for him there was no emotion involved. He had grown far beyond that to the point where he executed his tasks with a furious zeal devoid of any moral or mental commitment, aside from his fanatical dedication to the path of death.

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