==== Mors ====

-”Hello darkness my old friend, I have come to… sit, talk, meet?... *sigh* sucks only have partial memories”

Staring out at the endless void that surrounds me, I hover in my own personal limbo and wait for myself to wake up. It's been like this every time I sleep or get knocked unconscious, which is surprisingly common. Hunting dangerous beasts and monsters that can tear you limb for limb coming a close second to being the Captain's personal student/punch-bag.

-”weak… too damn weak. How the hell did I manage to survive that troll's den when I can't even lay a finger on a little (old) girl”

Being kicked unconscious while being pinned by so-called comrades, ruthlessly slammed into the floor with a single hand from your own Captain as well being toyed with by an old pervert disguising themselves as a young girl brings waves of anger and resentment crashing against my soul.

-”HOW DARE THEY!”

Anger my only companion in the vast void, I seethe at every wrong ever inflicted upon me in all of my lives. Although I had only remembered partial memories, I had regained enough to start warping my personality.

Suddenly I remember my encounter with the god of death, Grim and finally the meaning of his words hammered home.

-”I am not meant to exist in this world, nor am I bound to it. I do not need to live by the rules or others, not even gods.”

The words spoke in my mind resound with my raging emotions causing me to laugh out with maddened glee at this insight before falling silent in contemplation.

-”I, the first of a race, who have transcended death, dimensions, spoken with a god and has no predefined destiny shall not be brought to heel any longer!”

*THUMP!*

The silence of the void is shattered by the painful thud but I barely pay it any attention. My entire being is focused on vengeance. Vengeance for being stabbed, hanged, disembowelled, dying powerlessly in puddles of my own blood, for the losses, people stolen, time taken, betrayal, despised...hunted.

*THUMP!*

New memories flood into my mind joining the swirling vortex of emotions raging out of control, laying waste to any coherent thought further fueling my drive for vengeance. Images flash before my mind, laying in a pool of my own blood as battles rage around me, standing to the last man on tall, stone walls, lying in a muddy crater as murky green gas melts my skin, feeling my legs shatter as I stand on a large metal disk.

My anger isn't directed at any one person, but at fate itself. This was my destiny, my fate. To live and die in horrendous ways so others could profit. Now I was free of the chains I could finally see the bigger picture, the game of the gods.

*THUMP!*

-”you are no longer connected to fate” [Memories of Grim]

My existence here destroys fate, destroys the grand plans of the cruel and twisted gods. Although Grim did not their objective it was clear now.

-*THUMP THUMP!*

The memories hammer my persona, forging it into something that can survive, NO, not just survive but flourish. My current self-has been too weak and immature, the man I…”

-”AHAHAHAHAHAHAH… not only am I not the ignorant fool I was but I am also no longer human. Why should I restrict myself to thinking as one?!”

-*THUMP THUMP!*

-”My soul is already tainted by the blood of innocents and the tears of the weak. For my own selfish reasons, in my original dimension I left countless body's, friend and foe in my wake and yet because my soul was unstable I allowed myself to become enslaved and looked down upon!”

-*THUMP THUMP!*

-”Now I truly am a Demon”

-*THUMP THUMP!*

-”A Dragon mighty dragon who will lay waste to all who oppose”

-*THUMP THUMP!*

-”I am top of the food chain, a natural predator, the alpha”

-*THUMP THUMP!*

*SCRREEEEECCCCHHHHHHH*****

With all the tyrannical majesty of a dragon and the terrifying pitch of a demon I let out a terrifying beast-like roar in defiance as unbearable burning pain racks my soul, bringing the pungent smell of fire and brimstone.

-”I SHALL NOT BOW!!!!!!!”

Flames fit to be from the bowels of hell burst outwards, ravaging the darkness and turning the once serene emptiness to that of a living nightmare. Beyond the flames I feel the endless void start to move around the flames in a clockwise motion, containing them without extinguishing them. Compressing its energy and finally forcing it back to me.

==== Third person ====

Mors was laying on a blanket in the corner of a scorching forge when he regained consciousness. Carefully listening to his surroundings, he slowly began to open his eyes when he was sure no one was paying attention to him.

No longer black, his eyes looked as if they contained an intense inferno struggling to explode. The tiny, red flames licked the sides of his eyelids as pitch black, reptilian like pupils constricted as he glared at the ceiling before a vicious smile crept across his face.

Tilting his head slightly, he looked into a silver shield propped against the walls. Taking note of the changes in his eyes Mor frowned as black mist seeped from his skin and into his eyes. After five minutes his eyes were once again completely black however not as dark as they were before and the barely noticeable flickering black flames.

“Looks like sleeping beauties awake. You have already been analysed so you just need to merge with your weapon although a stretcher would be better suited” [Bruce]

As Bruce walked over he showed a smug smile to Mors. He enjoyed help putting the annoyance in his place once again and looking forward to the expected hissy fit that always occurred when he woke.

“...” [Mors]