Malichi Soulborn

"Bring it you conglomeration of useless meat.." ~ Malichi delivering a challenge to the coalesced Mire Lurkers.

Half Hellion, half werewolf.

A Hellhound.

An Alpha Hellion.

With a warhammer.

His Alpha genes prevent him from getting smashed through a certain way the yeast is heated in his stomach.

His eyes stared off, a thousand mile stare. They glazed, as roaring thoughts clouded his mind from nowhere. Blinding him from the world and forcing him to relive those moments of torture that may never leave him for as long as he remains on this mortal realm. Memories of slaying pregnant angels. Watching the now orphaned children weep over their lost mother. Having to fight such young boys who feared for their life, and lost it because they were sent on suicide missions. Seeing wide, open fields of brimstone, littered with carcasses of Angels who willingly gave up fighting for they knew they had no match to his battalion. Watching innocent souls crumble. Boys minds shatter. Men break. Children run and cry, god their cries. Mothers screaming for their children not to be hurt, begging to get to them, to please let her see her baby. Such innocent little ones too, sweet baby angels with little golden halos, so bright and pure. Lost, lost to his hands, to his warntorn ha - He walked face first into a tree, stumbling.