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 tainted beyond ascension, he chose the path of perpetual torment. In his ravenous hatred he found no
peace; and with boiling blood he scoured the Umbral Plains seeking 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.