Revenants Creed-Villain Song [Commission]

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Faith and madness are separated by the thinnest of lines, and Kyl Fate crossed it willingly. He did not seek power for himself—he sought devotion, a purpose beyond mortality. To him, Oberon was not just a ruler, not just a conqueror, but something greater. A god in the flesh. And what is a god without his faithful? The blade that took his master would not be ignored, nor would the blood spilled go unanswered. A creed was born, an altar raised, and in its shadow, sacrifices were made. To serve was to surrender. To surrender was to ascend.

But faith demands offerings. Kyl, ever the devoted, asked for more, gave more—until there was nothing left of him but his belief. When flesh failed, he stitched it back together. When death came, he refused it. His body rotted, yet his will remained unbroken. There would be no rest, no peace, not until justice was carved into the bones of his betrayer. A father’s vengeance is eternal, and when the grave rejected him, he embraced the horror of what he had become. Undying. Unrelenting. Hollow, yet filled with purpose.

Kain was never meant to run. He was meant to kneel. The son who severed the father now walks beneath the gaze of something neither living nor dead, something that drags itself forward with bloodied stitches and rotting sinew. The hands that once guided him now reach from beyond the grave, demanding penance. And Kyl does not forget. He does not forgive. The Caretakers whisper his name, their faith unwavering, their prayers answered in decay and ruin.

This is not a man. Not anymore. This is a force, bound in death, risen in wrath. This is a lesson in devotion and consequence, a warning etched into the flesh of those who would defy the will of a god. And no matter how far Kain runs, no matter how well he hides, he will hear the voice that calls to him in the dark. A father’s love does not die. It only rots.