Killer 13: VIII — Thomas Duder

Hark.

You have beheld the splendor and the majesty of the Daemonkinder as 13 rampaged throughout the world.

Behold.

The splendor of the Engel, the beauty of Heaven.

Hail.

The Church of the Machine is here.

Heaven is HERE!

The world is broken.

All that exists lives only to feed on everything else. The sun, the eternal sands of this desert wasteland world, the very air is out to devour you.

Walking throughout such wicked horrors is the slayer, the murderer, the madman primeval.

His name is 13, the same as the smoldering brand on his neck.

Accursed. Accused. The Unlucky Number.

Killer.

Beset on all sides by the evil, cannibal creatures of this world, 13 wanders in an eternal quest, his vigil unrelenting, his fury and madness without equal.

A wandering, murderous marauder versus a desert wasteland of a world filled to the brim with murderers, demons, twisted abominations, warring angels and the very forces of nature cannibalizing everything that exists.

They should've brought more to the fight against him.