In the first age , in the first battle , when the shadows first lengthened, one stood.
Burned by the embers of Armageddon, his soul blistered by the fires of Hell and tained beyond ascension,
he chose the path of perpetual torment.

In his ravenous hatred he found no peace;
and with boiling blood he scroud the Umbral Plains seeking the vengeance against the dark lords
who had wronged him.

He wore the crown of the Night Sentinels,
and those that tasted the bite of his sword named him .........................the Doom Slayer.