Deep below where all Offtopicans dwell, A creature’s stirring comes to a swell. For thousands of years he was bound, His crypt lay silent, void of all sound. From the depths of hell his soul was called, To return to his body, all defiled and mauled. With life’s first breath, a second time, He found himself decayed, well past his prime. A woman stood before him, giving a promiscuous look, Opened between them, a thick black book. Pushing open his coffin, made with craftsmanship shoddy, He embraced the woman, assimilating her flesh into his body. He destroyed the book with bright hellfire, He would never again endure that excruciating mire. A stack of metallic books sat on a nearby table, another flash of fire rendered their use, unable. Away from his prison he took his first step, Upon the coffin was written, the name [b]𓇋𓅓𓊵[/b].