Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-26444332-20161113003142/@comment-26444332-20161124034049

Immediately, Azrael feels a cold weight drape over his shoulders, weighing him down a little, marking the misdeeds of all those slain by Nemesis as now on his head.

'The deeds are now yours, Contractor,' she says. 'Atone for them in good time, lest my ire be turned towards you.'

(I added something to the very bottom of the lore-document which you may be interested in helping to fill out, Pat.)