In the first age, in the first battle, when the shadows first lengthened, one stood.
Burney by the ambers 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 foun no peace; and with boiling blood he scoured the Umbral Plains seeking vengeance against the drak lords 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.