Flesh and bone, blood and viscera are his to command. He walks the streets, wandering, looking for his next prey. Some say he's a vampire, a vile stalker of the night. Others a mad necromancer, whose unspeakable curses fell back on himself and twisted him beyond mortality. More still call him a sign, a message from the Powers Above and Below that humanity has been lacking, and thus must be tested once again. One thing they all know for sure; nobody knows how to kill him.

Ruinous

Author Review

I have no idea where I’m going with this story. I’m pretty much making it up as I go. However, I endeavor to make it as fun a read as possible.

This is a story that will seldom take itself seriously. As such, I would warn you if you expect extreme seriousness.

However, if you enjoy dark humor and black comedy, come along for the ride! We’ll see how it goes together.

The idea is the MC can shapeshift his body at will, using his various limbs as weapons, as tools, as armor, whatever he can craft from muscle and bone to fit the situation. But the power isn’t free. To keep himself working, alive and healthy, he’s gotta eat people on the regular.

He’s a decent guy, a little rough around the edges, but not a bad person. So he will not seek out innocent people to exploit nor will he delight in the sufferings of others.

Unless, of course, they really do deserve it.

Welcome to my world, a dark fantasy where magic is scarce, superstition and doctrine rule above all, where hidden supernatural powers meddle behind the scenes, and where there are few truly good men, but plenty of guilty ones to be punished.