Your name was once Jack Noir. You were the third most powerful being on Derse, although you soon became the most powerful. You were the leader of a small group of underlings that got the job done, at least eventually. You have had the attention of a beautiful woman. You rose to the top and kept going. You have murdered a vast amount of people. You had it all.

And now you have nothing.

All that is left are the whispers of a borrowed loyalty and your own self.

And you’re not even sure you had that to begin with.

while I was in the process of coloring this, I ran across this art by fraymotif and I kind of got bludgeoned in the face with ~ideas~