I have to steal the souls of the living to survive.
After 200 dormant years recuperating from a lost battle; my first reaction is faced with the idea of returning home to the city I was born and raised in. And the city I once died in.
Salcyra withholds a treasure I had lost many years ago: a sword that once withheld someone very close to me. I longed for their company once again, and was desperate to steal it back at any cost. The sword held the answers to all my problems: especially for those who wished to hunt me down. If I could get my sword: I would, once again, become the legend that gave nightmares to the city streets.
Now, all I had to do was take it back.
Except their is one minor flaw to my plans.
I had thought I was alone.
Turns out I was so very, very, wrong.
They can transform, dissect, and devour any life they want.
Looks like I had a lot more problems out in the world other than hunters, a sword, and a boy with my sword.
Let's just add it to the list, shall we?
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"Let death ride upon you with wealthy intentions. For, soon, you will return and take my place upon thy pedestal I have succumbed to endure. Blessed be. Rest easy, Black Prince."