Desires End

You whose desire is insatiable. Whose desire gnaws, grips, and eats at you until your heart hollows. You who casts aside what is precious, what is present to clutch even a fragment of it. It is you that I welcome. Use that burning desire in your heart to fight. To survive. Do so long enough, and I will grant your desire.

Death tends to be the end. For Ambrose, it was only the beginning.

Covert art by:uvritel