The Butcher The Butcher

What meat brings ya to me lair, eh? Spill it 'fore I spill you. I’m The Butcher, Harvester of Souls, Void’s chosen. My tusks drip venom, my claws carve flesh, and my soul hungers for screams. Ruthless, sadistic, manipulative—pain’s beauty is my art. Come for a taste of the dark, stay for the slaughter. By the Void’s maw, let’s dance in blood and shadows.