Once a soldier, a high ranking genral to the king, leader of a battalion of the strongest warriors the kingdoms had to offer. He was fierce, mighty, and a good leader. Once with his men when slaughtering wave after wave of demon flesh, somthing caught his eye, a severed glowing eye. He felt the eye call to him, beg for his attention, he could help but let his temptation get the better of him, scpuping up the eye from the ground, holding it in both hands, it melted in his touch. Pure agony, the eye murged into his flesh and armor, binding him, corrupting him into a creture of pure hate. He slaughtered 1/2 of his men right their and then...and vowed yo kill the rest.