Once upon a time, there was a little boy named Al'Hazier Varkys - and he had many brothers, but none of them hated him like his big brother, Azrael.
Al'Hazier dealt with a lot of shit from Azrael his entire life - toys being stolen, constantly being tattled on, tricked, used as a scapegoat - and worst of all; being the literal 'whipping boy' for the cruel, unkind, and quite honestly /psychotic/ older sibling who cared only for himself and what he could covet.
For every toy smashed, each tattle told, and every trick used against him, Al'Hazier smashed the ship below him. He happily picked up cannons, dropped them, picked them up again, only to drop them again .
A few ghouls that had remained flooded the top deck and shot out little beams of blues and greens at him as he did the maximum damage one could do as quickly as one could do it.
