The grand painting, the crown of the palace.
A faceless and smooth-skinned creature looks up at it.
His crown slightly tipping over.
It was a painting of a once famous Thing.
He was only known as the Doctor or The Surgeon.
Everyone had known him and feared him.
Twenty long years after his death, everything has changed.
He remembered the experiments he had gone through.
The Ruin King clutches his spiked mace harder.
He had been so glad to have gotten rid of him.
He had been hailed a hero.
Now though, he was just like him.
Feared across the Universe.
From its head to its tail.
The painting showed him, in his lab, experimenting on the ruin king.
Long ago when he had been named “Dummy”.
The Ruin King stared down at his mace stained with what was left of his enemies.
He was much like it.
Stained and dirty as time went on.
Getting more and more dangerous and feared.
He sighed.
It had to be this way.
For there to be peace, there must be chaos.
When he looked back up at the painting he pushed an angered growl and slashed it with his mace and destroyed it.
Then, he whistled and two scrawny Henchmen came and lifted a new portrait.
A much better one.
It was him.
In his old angelic body.
Above the Doctor and all his workers who all looked at him with fear.
In big capital letters it was written “Angel of Death”.
He chuckled.
Perfect.
Soon, my first fully stop-motion animated film will release. Check out my YouTube channel to already get some of the lore. Coming around 2025-2027(-ish).