His face lies hidden behind a black
mask, darker than night that obscures his ghostly pale face.
Tendrils of wiring and nutrients run
across the remains of his charred body, most of it burnt or
disintegrated after a fiery clash that nearly killed him before.
The tubes keeping his body alive run
the length of his black exterior with a host of machines at his trunk
keeping the corpse alive through the miracles of technology.
His arms are lattices of webbing and a
composite mesh matching his black exterior, a dull black, that
supplies the being with earth shattering strength.
His charred legs are nothing but burnt
trunks of meat hidden by augmented machines that allow him to leap
from great distances.
Machines located in his core beep and
buzz as they struggle to continuously enhance his strength and keep
their host alive, their red and blue and white lights shining day in
and day out.
His mask, a shiny jet black composite
of hard metals and soft lining, is featureless save for a gaping hole
where the mouth would be and two sunken in gaps where the eye sockets
would be.
His footsteps aren’t loud enough to
echo in the grey halls of his kingdom, the only telltale sign of his
presence being of his slow, wet breath.
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