In the first age, in the first battle, when the shadows first lengthened, one stood.

Burned by the embers of Armageddon , his soul blistered by the fires of Hell and tainted beyond ascension, he chose the path of perpetual torment.

In his ravenous hatred he found no peace; and with boiling blood he scoured the Umbral Plains seeking vengeance against the dark lords who had wronged him.

He wore the crown of the Night Sentinels , and those that tasted the bite of his sword named him... the Doom Slayer