A King's Duty

[Marin]

It is said by those who peer beyond the veil, who glimpse into the world beyond, into the realm of spirits and death, that there is a shambling monster, many limbs and remains sport along it's crawling frame. But it does not simply attack, nor does it  stay still, but a much worse fate to those who pass beyond.

It talks to you.

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"... What are you doing today, Burzok?"

"Writing"

"I can see that... right into the ground. What are you writing?"

"Names"

"Names? What for?"

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The Skull turns up, eyes blazing as it looked towards the keeper of this plane, the flames within still burning brightly despite parting with his soul in some regards. It would point to each name as it drug it's hand down, ending on the name of a certain Red-Haired Man

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"I heard they like to escape Hel. So when they come again, I'm going to make sure they stay tightly in my grasp. Pretending to be something they aren't, those creatures, those who harm children... I'm going to make sure I keep them squeezed tightly in my frame, an eternity within my ribcage, resting within my burning belly. I don't know if I'll ever digest such putrid souls, but I'll take my time eating them anyway."

"My dying flame needs fuel anyway."