After the worlds shattered, everything descended into chaos. The gods were dead. Sol, was dead. There was no one left to look over the citizens of the garden. All who could, fled as the creatures of darkness consumed all who remained.

In the coming years, citizens tried to rebuild, to create crumbling empires that could attempt to survive the onslaught of the darkness fighting to infest all who were gifted with light.

Some, fared better then others, standing tall in defiance against the creatures that sought to bring it down.

Not all were as they seemed however, for the creatures of darkness slipped in, infesting through rotten dreams and cursed thoughts.

Many of these growing kingdoms fell to an insidious infestation that grew within. Creatures that looked like denizens, but harboured thoughts of sin. Who lived only to feed upon the suffering of the others.

I grew up in one such kingdom. Streets filled with rotten bodies who preyed upon lone innocents who were brave, or unfortunate enough, to walk within their lands.

I was born to a family who had seen the Angels try to defend us. The Clockworks who lay those corrupt slain. We had taken an oath to carry on their fight. To bring punishment to those of which the gods could not protect us from.

We would draw them behind our bikes, writhing and screeching until they drew silent. We’d hang them in pieces as a warning to those who would walk in their steps. We were a Gothic beacon of hope within the ever festering city.

Perhaps that is why I became what I am.

That even as I lay dying, I vow to uphold the promise my family’s blood held.

That even as I depart from this world, I remember what I am.

That even as my mind rots, and my body fades, walking among the dead feasting upon the memories of the living. I do not lose sight of my goal.

When someone calls for help, it is me who fights through the walls holding me back. Who tears through the realms to appear as nothing more then a flicker before being dispelled back to this forgotten world, prey in hand.

I will not forget my oath.

I drag the guilty and condemned through to this world, of which they do not belong.

And I exact my judgement upon them. I take their shadows for my own, growing in strength, so I may continue on this path.

It is the sole reason for my existence.

I may not remember who I once was, but I remember what I was to become.

And now, I stand, a Monolith over the sea of shadows.

I am the Hangerman. I am he who exacts judgement upon those who have caused my call.