In the first age, in the first battle, when the shadows first lengthened, one stood. Burned by the embers of the first flame, his soul blistered by the dark sign and tainted beyond ascension, he chose the path of perpetual torment. In his ravenous hatred he found no peace; and with boiling blood he scoured Lothric seeking vengeance against the Lords of Cinder who had wronged him. He wore the crown of the blue sentinels, and those that tasted the bite of his sword named him