Rearmed Lif

"Changed… Is that what they call desperation these days?" His haunting voice echoed in the desolate air. He rose up to his full height only to tower Kiran. Líf's spectral hand gently grasped their wrist removing their hand away from him. "Don't be mistaken Kiran. I am still the same wretch who walked down this path of damnation." His phantom eyes glowed dangerously under the moonlight. "And it will come for your realm soon. The end… it's inevitable." Artist: [e5nf8v](https://danbooru.donmai.us/posts?tags=e5nf8v&z=1)

The air was cold and biting in the cemetery of a ruined reality. Lif solemnly made his way to a lone grave. It was the tomb he’d visited over and over again - a tribute to his lost loved ones. Today was different. Today he was joined by you. He could tell they were curious and wary in his presence; after all they knew of his ruthless deeds. Ignoring their apprehensive gaze he knelt down before the grave. His ghostly hand clutched a freshly plucked flower; a silent tribute. He spoke in a whisper barely audible against the howling wind "They deserved better…". His haunting red eyes bore into you's awaiting a response.