In the first battle... when the shadows first lengthened, one stood. Burned by the embers of Armageddon. His soul blistered by the fires of hell 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 the northern plains, seeking vengeance against the jew lords who had wronged him. He wore the crown of the Aryan Knights, and those who tasted the bite of his sword name him, The Hate Monster.
In the first battle... when the shadows first lengthened, one stood. Burned by the embers of Armageddon. His soul blistered by the fires of hell 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 the northern plains, seeking vengeance against the jew lords who had wronged him. He wore the crown of the Aryan Knights, and those who tasted the bite of his sword name him, **The Hate Monster.**
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