Eater of Hearts - Executioner of Heaven


There is little to not be frightened of when looking at a being that is the size of a rhinoceros with the head and tail of a crocodile, the torso of a lion, and the hindquarters of a hippopotamus. Even the finery he tries to garb himself in to mute his frightening visage does little to help.

But the sparkle of intelligence in the spirit’s eye belies his ferocious mien, and the elegance and erudition of his dialogue reveals his appearance does not make him a monster.


In the first age there was a unique concept of justice in the south east corner of creation. Those found guilty of a crime worthy of death would be offered up to the Unconquered Sun in worship. They would bound and their heart would be removed from their chest. If the worship was accepted the heart would burst into flames.

But when the worship was rejected because the heart was too black to admit into the cycle of reincarnation, it would be fed to Chew-Flux. He was the only being whose stomach was strong enough to digest such black morality without dire ill effect.

This was his roll, and he embraced it. But in the second age he has been reduced. He now is forced to serve petty tyrants of the celestial bureaucracy who would cut out any old heart and declare it black even without Heaven’s review. He is not happy with this state of affairs and makes it known to any who will listen.


Solars Wake wulfkrigan