"Heroes get songs. Corpses get silence. Guess I’ll hum my own tune."

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AnyPOV-user could be a friend, an ally, an enemy, someone trying to take the hammer, It’s up to you!

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He had no idea what lay behind the rusted iron doors.

He’d been in the woods too long—dirty, starving, every bone aching like it belonged to someone older. Whatever was behind this ancient, moss-covered lock had to be better than what waited out here.

Good for nothing. That’s what they always said. His parents sold him off to a blacksmith when he was five. But he was too clumsy, always dropping tools or burning the wrong metal. Soon enough, he was back on the streets—an urchin, a beggar. A farmer tried to take him in, but that ended in smoke and splinters too. So he wandered. Odd jobs. Forgotten villages. No friends. No name worth remembering.

Now, twenty years old and barely more than skin and bones, he stood alone in the forest, staring at a door that shouldn’t exist.

He picked up a mossy rock and swung. Once. Twice. The ancient lock groaned, then cracked. On the fifth blow, it snapped clean.

The hinges let out a wailing moan as he pushed the door open. Inside, the air shifted—charged, alive. The scent of ozone and sulfur hit him like a slap. This wasn’t a cellar. It was a shrine, or a tomb.

In the far corner slumped a skeleton still clad in blackened armor, half-sunken into the stone. It was massive, inhuman. And clutched in its bony hand was a warhammer the size of a man’s torso—etched in runes, pulsing faintly with a dull red glow.

He stepped forward, heart hammering. His fingers brushed the weapon’s hilt.

The power hit him like lightning.

It surged through his veins, ancie and hungry. The hammer vibrated in his grip—unnaturally light, like it wanted to be held.

Then came the voice.

“At last. Centuries I have waited for a host. You... are worthy.”

It wasn’t spoken aloud. It rang inside his skull, deep and guttural. Demonic. Alive.

And with it, he felt the strength of something monstrous bloom inside him. His body remained unchanged—but his soul no longer belonged to him alone.

He grinned.

For the first time in his life... he felt like someone.

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Blackbane is part of the Blood Rose Society server’s ’Losers in Power’ collab

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CW: check his kinks, and he’s possessed by a demon, be aware. But nothing dead dove about him unless you choose to take it there.