Mine was a Lich king on a desert world his name was Shah Daemon, The Amir de Daemos. His legacy was killing half the population on his world when he invoked a curse on a rival mage.

I apoligize if this has been done before but regretedly I'm a newbie.

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Don't bother the old man with the canaries!

"oops, you got a knife in your eye..." Avvery'Daeni chuclks softly as he practices his aiming on one of his newly animated zombies. Avvery had lived in his secret tomb for almost 15 years since he inherited this place from his forml master, who mysteriously vanished during a summoning experiment. of course, if you ask the old man, he would probally vivdly tell you how Avvery made a secret bargain with Zhaen'arry the Tormentor, well, to be exact, old man's eyes would probally pop out with anger and outrageously curses and... actually that is another story.

Night has always been Avvery's favorite time. "curse the day!" as he always yells and throws his wrist toward the raising sun every morning, he enjoyed the darkness for it somehow covers his shadow from himself. "ahhh... the calming darkness " like he always says. and during the less-busy time of the year, when he does not go harvest his stocks, he would spend time carving holes and scars on his servants, who smelled like a rotten pig and looked like one as well. and those little "aiming knife" games has been Avvery's favorite thing during the unease nights. it excites him greatly if he pokes out an eye or something. "it kills boredom." says the necromencor.

well, tomorrow is the harvest day. Avvery smiles as he pictured himself digging up graves and the sound of "thump, thump..." when the digger crashs the dead corpse's skull echos in the endless darkness... "arghhhh, such a pleasure to behold..." with a temptating look to the messy-juicy zombie's head, Avvery wipped his knife clean on his sleeve, then kicked the faithful servant in the nuts "get out here" the zombie turns, and his head, already dislogged from his shoulder and with only left side left, hanging on his chest and swinging left and right as he dumbly makes his way out of his master's chamber...

... the darkness settles in, a distance wolf howling outside the comfort tomb. a chillful night it will be when the sun once again sets ...

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