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"I was never afraid.
Not even as my body fell cold into the mud.
Not when the corpses were stacked on top.
Not when my flesh melted from my bones.
I was never afraid.
I was angry"
Lucas Theodore Hargrave
The year was 1914 and the war to end all wars had erupted into a chaotic frenzy.
And in the middle of it all, a young man of noble brood,
Forced into a muddy trench soaked with blood.
This was the way of man.
She bred hatred for glory, and glory for memory.
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Lucas T. Hargrave was born to Lord Elijah- and Lady Elizabeth Hargrave
in the countryside of Southern England, near Dorset, in 1896.
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"There I laid, under stacks of rotting corpses,
Belonging to both man and beast.
Not alive, but neither dead.
I felt my flesh burn as it rotted from my bones.
I felt every maggot, worm, and fly feast on my remains.
I longed for Death, but she never came."
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The year was 1914 and the war to end all wars had erupted into a chaotic frenzy.
And in the middle of it all, a young man of noble brood,
Forced into a muddy trench soaked with blood.
This was the way of man.
She bred hatred for glory, and glory for memory.
.
Lucas T. Hargrave was born to Lord Elijah- and Lady Elizabeth Hargravein the countryside of Southern England, near Dorset, in 1896.
His family riches were not limitless, but they lived not in despair.
When the war came, Lucas was shipped off for Europe,
so that he may return an experienced man.
But he never did return.
The young man assumed he'd fight the frontlines, like most.
Instead, his platoon was sent on a secret mission to the Northwest.
While some fought war man against man,
Lucas' was forced to fight man against monster.
Lucas' was forced to fight man against monster.
A secret war against life-sucking devils that threatened the balance in Europe.
None survived.
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"There I laid, under stacks of rotting corpses,
Belonging to both man and beast.
Not alive, but neither dead.
I felt my flesh burn as it rotted from my bones.
I felt every maggot, worm, and fly feast on my remains.
I longed for Death, but she never came."
.
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Also known as the Valravn
First recorded in 1804 by the Danish church,
the Valravn was described as the soul of a passed one
who sought vengeance or retribution.
If devouring the soul of a recently deceased,
the Valravn manifests a monstrous figure.
Some appear as a flock of twisted ravens.
Some appear as dark knights adorned with feathers.
Some appear as a raven-like wolf.
Others can take all forms.
Not labelled as satanic creatures by the Catholic Church,
the Valravn are often observed,
and only taken care of when necessary.
Some are even conscribed and helps the Church,
judging a person's soul or fate.
.
"I awoke with a craving.
Rose from my mortal body.
A spectre."
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TBC
