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My family cast me out at twenty-four for my dark rituals of chaos and the abyss, for my mother’s sake, and for the blood‑soaked rites of chaos and the sacrifices offered to the abyss—because I distilled every phantasm of the race in my secret laboratory, hoarding it all away. I turned blood into narcotics and alcohol, and flames into artifacts of chaos, while consuming the flesh and devouring the embers. I transformed the skin into blood‑stained paintings and art objects, and the bones into weapons of chaos and the abyss, fashioning talismans and amulets from bone, flame, sinew, and hide. I devoured corpses, desecrated graves, necropolises, crypts, morgues, and cemeteries, consigning them to the rites of chaos and the abyss and to alchemical concoctions—creating cauldrons, elixirs, mutagens, poisons, antidotes, narcotics, and spirits. There, I also built a fighting arena for slaves.