Bretheras

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"I am king of this realm, king of this disaster"

Bretheras is the god of pain and suffering. It was him that caused disease and it was Bretheras that planted the seed of sorrow in every human being. Some say he would walk across the lands killing children in the womb, or burning villages while the men were on the hunt, so they would loose everything. It has been Bretheras main goal since the dawn of time to create a self sustaining world of pain and suffering. A world that feeds its own sorrow, and pleases him to no extent.

The Sword of Bretheras
The Sword of Bretheras, made with the same craftsmanship of the other God swords. Forged by the God himself, the blade is indented with ancient vampiric markings. The language is said to be that of the Gods themselves. In the ancient tongue it simply said Pain and Suffering. The blade is imbued with a divine magick, the ability ot cause pain far beyond that of a normal wound. The blade leaks darkness energy that attacks the system of vampires, corroding at their own resistance to pain.

Molesta Tenebris - A painful Dark
The human mind, or even the beasts mind, it is a plaything for my amusement. Their screams, their howls are the only things that outcry my shrieks of laughter. Some days I don't have to do anything, soon as they hear my footsteps ring out on the damp stone floor, the screech of my blade dragged behind me, they already release their bowls in fear. I revel in it. I have seventeen prisoners at the moment, sixteen of them I break all the time. I enjoy their suffering, their misery. The last... she is different. I can let my darkness surge through her mind, tearing apart any dream she once had. But I do not enjoy it. Her suffering only adds to my own. I do not understand this. I can only put it down to this human body I have been given.

A tragedy savoured
A city of pain. I love it. Everywhere, the stink of suffering. I love it. Everywhere I turn, a lepar, a beggar or a victim of some sort. It was like this city was built for me and my fetish. I can't help but turn on the spot, glee in my eyes, watching the misery that is before me. I am king of this realm, king of this disaster. They pray to some new god hoping that he will end all this suffering, if he wants to he has to get past me. We, me and my brothers, started this millenia ago and our legacy remains. The legacy of disease, loss and plague. Even the beasts we created suffer in times like these, rightly so, the overpopulated unearthly scum. They shame our names with insolence and disobedience, the pain is their punishment.