One of the creations of Hell. Once a man, consumed by hatred for his own race. He roams the top of the underworld, waiting for the castaways of Earth to descend on him, to feast on the flesh that remains on their carcasses. The hatred flows around him, like a bad smell; there are no showers in the Pit of Darkness.
Each piece will have less and less editions until the final piece, which will only have one.
This is piece 6 of 10.