As a child.. I was always a dreamer. I remember how I marveled at the colossal, abandoned fortresses of my ancestors, and spent hours by the fire listening to tales of the fabled champions.

Most of all I loved the legend of Kizutsukeru, the renowned queen of the once magnificent and united Valora.

Though my mother often chided my own foolishness, I swore one day, that I would join the scattered and warlike tribes of the tundra. For somewhere deep in my heart, I knew that if my people would stand together once more, they would reach greatness again.

When I was fifteen, my mother was killed while commanding the tribe on a brash raid. Thrust into the role of leader, I made a difficult decision to follow my childhood vision instead of seeking the revenge that I craved.

I was against tribe's demand for retribution, declaring the time had come to put blood feuds aside and broker a lasting peace. Some of the warriors questioned my fitness to rule and soon hatched a treasonous plot to get rid of me.

I remember that day well.

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Sadistic and cunning, these are the words which would become his eternal description.

Kilo is a restless spirit who prides himself on tormenting mortals and breaking them with slow, excruciating inventiveness. His victims suffer far beyond the point of death, for he wreaks agony upon their souls, imprisoning them in his abyss to torture; for all eternity.

In an age, history has all but forgotten, the man who would later be known as Kilo was once a member of an order devoted to gathering and protecting knowledge.

The masters of this order tasked him with guarding a hidden underground vault filled with dangerous and corrupted magi-technical artifacts.

Kilo was incredibly strong-willed and methodical, which made him well-suited to such work. The vault he's been tasked to guard, was buried deep beneath the citadel at the center of an island chain and protected by runic sigils, arcane locks and potent wards.

Spending such time in the presence of dark spells began to affect Kilo as the magic sought out his innate malice.

For many years the relics preyed on his insecurities, taunting him with his deepest fears and feeding his bitterness.

Soon, he became exquisitely skilled at covering all evidence of his cruelty, such that no one in the order suspected he was anything other than a disciplined guard.

The vault had grown so vast that no one knew its contents as completely as Kilo, and the lesser artifacts faded from the order’s memory, as did Kilo himself. Ironic, isn't it?

When the disaster known as the Great Ruination struck, deadly shockwaves claimed the lives of all who lived on the isles and transformed them into a state of undeath. While others screamed in anguish, Kilo had reveled in the ruin.

He rose from this cataclysm as a spectral abomination, but unlike many who have passed into the abyssal world, Kilo did not lose his identity. Rather, his penchant for cruel torture and ability to discern weakness was only heightened.

This abomination, that once was a renowned guard of the greatest secrets..-

Was my family's most trusted companion, ever since the old ages. My mother, put him in that vault.

My mother deprived him of his sanity.

And for that; he claimed her life.

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And that's why; I'm going to deprive him, of his.