'It was weird,' Rowan thought, 'to see the various bodies I have ever lived in. Perhaps it is a good thing that their memories were taken from me?'
His serpentine eyes suddenly blazed with madness, that was ancient and malevolent, a madness even the gods would run away from, and the energy of Chaos rushed into his body with renewed intensity.
'No! Even if these existences were nothing but pain, it is still my own, all taken… all stolen. If I am to get my payback, it shall be in full. I have given too much, and committed great acts of atrocities, for my full recompense to not be paid.'
Rowan was not aware, but the white of his eyes had turned black, and his golden serpentine pupils were like gemstones encased in obsidian.
They were beyond cold, his gaze could be filled with something closer to… Evil.
They watched his bodies pile up, etching by etching, as with every second that went by tens of thousands of bodies were drawn.
