In the dimly lit recesses of a forgotten chamber, Grimskull stands alone, save for the presence of a magnificent creature perched before him. A falcon, its feathers a vibrant red, …
…EACH CONQUEST
Walking down the dark corridors of Arcadia, Grimskull has been energized by the words of Drewitt. His eyes, burning with a dark intensity, pierce the veil of darkness as he …
The Flood
In the shadowed corridors of a labyrinth, a man roams. “Behold,” Grimskull bellows, his voice a storm of fury, “the maze of existence, a tortuous path woven by the deceitful …
The Scale
Grimskull stands, looming over an ancient scale. On one side, a badge gleams weakly. Opposite, a flaming skull. “Behold the scale, Jackson,” Grimskull growls, his voice is a tempest of …
The Road, Part 1
The Red Light District. Or what remains of it. Slowly panning across the destruction, we settle on Grimskull, standing amidst the ruins, his skeletal visage a stark contrast against the …
God of Vengeance
Vincent, In the blackest heart of night, on the eve of your doom, I write this letter to you. Not as a man wronged, but as a force of vengeance …
Tower of Avarice
In the labyrinthine corridors of existence, where shadows of greed slither through the crevices of morality, there stands an ancient edifice – the Tower of Avarice. This tower, built brick …
Pandora’s Gifts
You have heard tale of Pandora’s Box? Ha! Let me tell you of some of her gifts. War, Fear, Sickness – these are not mere plagues upon humanity; they are …
The Sound of Silence
Hello darkness, my old friend. It’s in this darkness that I contemplate Tombstone and his silent voyage ferrying souls. Tombstone, you are an entity cloaked in a shroud of inevitability. …
Prey
Luther Grim, In the echoing halls of our crusade, your query stirs the embers of a thought long smoldering in the recesses of my mind. You speak of prey, and …