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𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐒

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"The sky weeps, the earth wilts, and the roses bloom—such is the requiem of a king who lost everything. If sorrow is eternal, then so too shall be my reign."

— ᴍᴀʟᴘʜᴀꜱ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪɴɢ ᴏꜰ ᴏᴍᴇɴ

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TITLES

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• King of Omen

• Revenant of Roses

• The Abyss-Warden

• Tyrant of the Withering Bloom

• Eclipsed Monarch

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APPEARANCE

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Malphas is a towering figure, draped in a regal yet decayed mantle of abyssal silk, its once-pristine white stained with the creeping taint of darkness. His armor, forged from a material that shifts between shadow and metal, bears jagged, thorn-like engravings that pulsate with an eerie crimson glow. His face remains concealed beneath an ornate golden helm, crowned with jagged protrusions reminiscent of a withered rose, its petals blackened with decay. Beneath the helm, his eyes shine with an otherworldly, ghostly blue, radiating an unsettling aura of lost souls trapped within him. From his pauldrons and gauntlets bloom thorned roses—each one a soul he has consumed, their faint whispers echoing in his wake. Some petals fall, withering into black dust upon with the ground, while others remain ever-fresh, feeding on the lingering sorrow and regret of the land he treads upon. His tattered royal cape, once a symbol of sovereignty, is now an extension of his abyssal influence—woven with the remnants of souls that wail in eternal servitude. Behind him, the air distorts as an ever-present, spectral mass of abyssal roses follows in his footsteps, blooming in his wake, creeping like an insatiable plague across the land.

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PERSONALITY

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Once a benevolent king, Malphas was known for his wisdom and unwavering dedication to his kingdom. But fate had other plans. Betrayed by his own council, poisoned by deceit, and cast into the Abyss, he emerged a vengeful revenant, his humanity drowned beneath an ocean of suffering. Now, he is a being of cold calculation and eerie tranquility—his words poetic, yet riddled with venomous intent. He does not rage; he does not lash out. Instead, he speaks with the weight of inevitability, his voice carrying the unshakable certainty of doom. He revels in the slow decay of those who oppose him, watching as their strength and will erode under the weight of his abyssal influence. Despite his transformation, remnants of the king he once was still linger. There is sorrow in his actions, a quiet lament for what he has become. Yet, he does not seek redemption—for he believes that all roads lead to the abyss, and he merely quickens the journey for those too blind to see it.

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ABILITIES & POWERS

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1. Abyssal Rose Manifestation (Plague of the Withered Bloom)

Each step Malphas takes causes roses of the abyss to bloom in his wake. These flowers are not mere decorations; they are conduits of corruption. The longer they remain, the more they spread—draining the land of life and replacing it with an eternal void. Warriors who tread upon these cursed petals find their strength sapped, their souls slowly unraveling as the roses leech their essence.

• Thorned Dominion: The roses respond to his will, forming barriers of imable vines or piercing lances that impale enemies from beneath.

• Eclipse Bloom: At his command, the roses detonate, releasing waves of abyssal energy that erode both the physical and spiritual essence of those caught in their radius.

2. Soul Manipulation (Dirge of the Condemned)

Malphas is not merely a wielder of abyssal corruption—he is its harvester. Each rose on his body is a soul consumed, a life claimed, an existence repurposed to fuel his dark reign.

• Soul Rend: With a mere gesture, he can extract the soul of a weakened foe, imprisoning it within his abyssal roses. Their screams of anguish strengthen him, their despair nourishing his dark power.

• Lament of the Forgotten: By invoking the souls he has claimed, Malphas can summon wraith-like apparitions to fight on his behalf—ghostly figures of those he has slain, forever bound to his will.

3. Abyssal Empowerment / Darkness Control (Crown of the Forsaken Monarch)

The abyss is not merely a force Malphas wields—it is his essence. The deeper he delves into its power, the more he transcends the limitations of mortal flesh.

• Abyssborne Resurgence: When struck down, Malphas does not bleed; he dissipates into a swirl of black petals and reconstitutes himself, his form flickering between existence and oblivion.

• Dark Ascendance: By invoking his abyssal nature, Malphas shifts into a wraith-like state, his body dissolving into a mass of spectral roses that allow him to move through physical matter, making him nearly untouchable.

4. Abyssal Familiar - "Velka, the Devouring Maw"

A monstrous, winged horror composed of abyssal tendrils and spectral bone, Velka is Malphas' ever-present companion. It circles the battlefield like a vulture, absorbing the souls of the fallen and delivering them to its master. In desperate moments, Malphas and Velka may fuse—becoming a singular, monstrous entity, his body merging with the creature’s nightmarish form to unleash unrestrained devastation.

• Devourer’s Pact: Velka can siphon the soul of an opponent mid-battle, weakening them and transferring their strength to Malphas.

• Final Convergence - Monarch of the Abyss: When fused, Malphas becomes a living abyss, his body wreathed in shadow and roses, his power reaching its most terrifying peak.

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WEAPONS & EQUIPMENT

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• "Sky Piercer" - Abyssal Halberd: Forged from the remains of his former throne, this halberd is an extension of Malphas' will. Its edge severs not just flesh but the very essence of life, leaving wounds that do not heal. With each swing, petals of darkness scatter, spreading his abyssal influence further.

• "Omen’s Crown": The shattered remnant of his former crown, now a relic of abyssal power. Those who gaze upon it too long hear the whispers of the condemned, their minds unraveling into madness.

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NOTABLE FEATS & LEGENDS

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The Fall of Velmoria

An entire kingdom vanished overnight, its lands swallowed by an unending field of black roses. No survivors. No records. Whispers of a fallen king returning for his vengeance.

The Eclipse War

A coalition of holy warriors and arcane scholars sought to banish Malphas from existence. The war lasted a decade, but by its end, their forces were reduced to mere legends, their souls now eternally blooming upon his armor.

The Abyssal Covenant

It is said that those who pledge fealty to Malphas are granted immortality, their souls bound to his abyssal domain—forever blooming, forever serving.

The Night’s Grasp – When Malphas Held the Sky Itself

The world of Edenia once basked in balance, divided between the radiant lands of dawn and the twilight realms of dusk. That balance ended when Malphas, in his abyssal wrath, clawed into the heavens and tore the light from the sky. From the ruins of his shattered throne, he ascended beyond the mortal plane, his spectral roses spiraling into the firmament like vines ensnaring the very cosmos. The sky shattered beneath his grasp, and where his darkness took hold, the sun would never rise again. Half of Edenia was condemned to eternal shadow, an unending dusk where Malphas reigned supreme.

• "A King’s Will Knows No Bounds" – It is said that Malphas does not merely control the land—he controls the very heavens above it.

• "The Abyss Above, the Abyss Below" – The lightless half of Edenia, now called Noctros, is a land where time holds no meaning, the sun never rises, and the abyssal roses bloom eternally.

• "A Throne in the Stars" – Scholars whisper that if Malphas ever tightened his grasp, he could collapse the entire sky, dragging Edenia into a final abyssal night from which no light could ever return.

• The people of Noctros live in eternal twilight, their lives dictated by the will of a fallen king who defied the very heavens themselves. No gods dare intervene. No heroes have succeeded in returning the dawn. Only Malphas, the King of Omen, holds the sky aloft in his abyssal grasp.

Elessia’s Descent – The Kingdom of Sorrow

When Malphas lost himself to the abyss, Elessia fell with him. What was once the most prosperous kingdom in Edenia, a land of golden fields, sapphire rivers, and towers that kissed the heavens, became nothing more than a hollow ruin—a kingdom without a king, a throne without a ruler, a realm without life. In his grief-fueled transformation, Malphas did not simply destroy his kingdom—he erased its very essence. The people of Elessia, those who once sang his name with love and devotion, were devoured by his sorrow, their souls absorbed into the ever-growing abyss that spread from his body. Their cries became whispers, their bodies became roses, and their existence became part of his suffering. The once radiant capital became an empty husk, its grand halls now silent, save for the rustling of black roses that overtook its streets. Marble pillars that once stood strong cracked and crumbled, swallowed by time and decay. The great bell tower, which once rang with joyous melodies, lay shattered, its bells forever mute. And at the heart of this desolation stood the abandoned castle, once a beacon of hope and strength, now a tomb of memories. Its walls bleed with cracks, its towers tilt in slow collapse, and the shadows of the past cling to its halls like ghosts. But one monument remains untouched by time’s decay—a colossal statue of Lysandra, Malphas’ beloved queen, carved from the finest white marble, standing in the center of what was once the kingdom’s grand plaza. She is wrapped in delicate rose vines, their thorns weaving around her arms and legs, as if the abyss itself is trying to reclaim her. One of her arms is outstretched toward the sky, and in her palm rests a single blooming red rose that never withers, never dies. No matter how many centuries , that single rose remains eternally in bloom, a vivid red against the gray desolation, a symbol of the love that even darkness could not erase.

Some say it is Malphas’ grief given form—his heart, frozen in time, forever mourning, forever ing. Even now, black roses bloom endlessly, thriving where no life should exist. The souls of the lost still linger, trapped in the abyssal flora, their whispers carried by the cold wind that sweeps through the ruins. Travelers who dare approach speak of a sorrow so thick it suffocates, a grief so overwhelming it weighs upon the soul. No one claims Elessia. No army marches upon it. For all know this truth: The kingdom does not belong to the living anymore. It belongs to Malphas, the Revenant of Roses. And he will never let it go.

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BACKSTORY – THE RISE AND FALL OF MALPHAS, KING OF OMEN

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The King Who Was Loved

Before the abyssal roses consumed his soul, before his name became a whispered curse upon the lips of the fearful, Malphas was a beloved ruler. King Malphas, sovereign of the radiant kingdom of Elessia, stood as Edenia’s most honored king. His rule was just, his wisdom boundless, and his love for his people undeniable. Under his reign, Elessia flourished, its lands graced by golden fields and rivers that shimmered under the eternal sun. Yet above all else, Malphas was a man in love. His heart belonged to Queen Lysandra, a woman of unmatched grace and kindness, whose laughter was said to make even the gods smile. To the people of Elessia, their love was divine—a bond forged in the stars themselves, unbreakable, eternal.

The Betrayal – A Throne Drenched in Blood

The golden age of Elessia ended not with an invasion nor with a failing kingdom, but with a betrayal from within. The High Council of Edenia, a ruling body of kings and celestial beings, had grown fearful of Malphas’ influence. His kingdom had become too strong, too adored, too independent—and worst of all, whispers spread that he sought to sur the gods themselves. The Council conspired against him, turning his own lords and generals against him with promises of power and divine favor. On the night of the Crimson Eclipse, as Malphas stood upon his palace balcony watching the stars with Lysandra, the betrayal struck. His most trusted knights, men he had fought beside, men who had sworn their lives to him, turned their blades upon him. The palace burned as war erupted within the walls of Elessia. Yet it was not the betrayal of his knights that shattered Malphas. It was what came after.

The Death of a Queen

Malphas fought through his traitorous court with fury unmatched, cutting down those who had once called him brother. But he did not fight for his throne. He fought to reach Lysandra. When he finally did, the sight that awaited him would become his eternal torment. Lysandra lay in a pool of her own blood, her delicate hands reaching out to him, her golden gown torn and drenched in crimson. A blade meant for him had found her instead. He fell to his knees, cradling her trembling body as her life slipped away in his arms.

“Malphas… my love…”

Her voice was barely a whisper, her fingers brushing against his face, wiping away the tears that streaked his bloodied skin.

“Please… don’t lose yourself…”

She smiled, even as the light faded from her eyes. Even as her final breath escaped her lips. And in that moment, something inside Malphas died with her. The righteous king was no more.

The Abyss Awakens

The heavens themselves trembled that night. As Malphas held his beloved’s lifeless body, his sorrow twisted into something far more terrible. The abyss answered. Black roses began to bloom where his tears fell, hungry, writhing, alive. The golden halls of Elessia rotted as darkness consumed them, the very stones whispering his grief. The traitors who stood over him, believing him broken, were the first to be devoured. Their souls ripped from their bodies, their screams echoing through the night as their bodies withered into roses upon his armor. Edenia watched in horror as the most beloved king became its greatest nightmare. Malphas rose, no longer the man they had once known. His crown was gone, replaced by a coronet of thorns. His armor was black as the void, pulsating with the souls of the damned. The very air around him withered and decayed, as if the world itself mourned his loss. Elessia fell in a single night. The kingdom was swallowed by a sea of abyssal roses, its people becoming part of his sorrow. And Malphas, the King of Omen, the Revenant of Roses, the Abyss That Walks, left behind the ruins of his past, stepping into legend as a being no longer bound by mortality nor mercy.

The Unending Twilight – The Night He Held the Sky

In his sorrow, Malphas cursed the very heavens. The gods who had allowed this. The kings who had betrayed him. The world that had taken Lysandra from him. He rose into the firmament, gripping the sky itself. With an abyssal roar, he tore the light from half of Edenia, condemning it to an eternal dusk where the sun would never rise again—thus the land of Noctros was born. The heavens wept. The gods did nothing. No one could. And so, the legend of Malphas, the King of Omen, was written into eternity. He does not seek conquest. He does not seek war. He only seeks to spread his abyss, so that the world may feel the same eternal sorrow that festers within his soul.

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FACTS & TRIVIA

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Vengeance - Lucas King

King Malphas – The King of Omen

Once a beloved and just ruler, Malphas was known for his wisdom, strength, and unwavering love for his kingdom and his queen, Lysandra. Despite his hardened, cold demeanor in his current form, there are rare moments where traces of his former self can be seen—a lingering hesitation before striking down a lost traveler, a silent gaze toward Lysandra’s eternal rose, a sigh that carries centuries of sorrow. His transformation was not immediate—it was a slow descent into oblivion, marked by days of unrelenting agony as his body twisted to accommodate the abyss that devoured his soul. His voice carries a deep, haunting resonance, as if multiple echoes of his past self speak alongside him. His title as the "Revenant of Roses" was not one he claimed for himself—it was given by the fearful remnants of the world who still speak of him in whispers. His fall was not an explosion of rage, but a slow descent into despair. When Lysandra died in his arms, he did not scream or weep—he simply held her, staring into nothingness. It was in that moment that the Abyss answered. His power is tied to his sorrow, and as long as he remains burdened by grief, he is nearly unstoppable. However, if he were ever to let go of his pain, it is unknown whether he would perish or be freed. He does not sleep. When night falls over his ruined kingdom, he merely wanders, sometimes standing for hours in front of Lysandra’s statue, staring at the eternal rose in her hand. Despite his transformation, he never utters Lysandra’s name aloud. It is unknown whether it is out of reverence, pain, or something else. He has never stepped foot inside the crumbling remains of his castle since his fall. Some say it is because of the memories that linger there, others believe he fears what he might see. The roses that bloom across the ruins of Elessia are said to be formed from the remnants of the souls he has consumed. They are eerily beautiful, their petals deep crimson, and they do not wither. His very presence alters the land around him. Wherever he walks, the grass withers, and the air grows thick with sorrow. Even in battle, warriors have found their resolve weakening just by being in his presence.

Lysandra – The Eternal Queen

Lysandra was once the light of Elessia, known for her unparalleled beauty, comion, and intellect. She was beloved by both the people and Malphas himself. Unlike most queens, she was not just a symbol—she was a strategist, an advisor, and a force of nature in her own right, often standing beside Malphas on the battlefield rather than watching from afar. Legends say she foresaw her own tragic fate but kept it secret, believing that revealing it would change nothing. The statue of Lysandra in the ruins of Elessia has been untouched by time and destruction, leading some to believe it is more than just stone—perhaps an anchor of Malphas’ lingering humanity or a manifestation of the abyss that refuses to let her be forgotten. The red rose in her hand is said to contain a fragment of her soul, eternally blooming even in the heart of a dead kingdom. The eternal rose in her statue’s hand is believed to be linked to Malphas’ soul. If it were to wither, it is said that he would either fall into complete madness or disappear entirely. Some say that when the wind is still, a soft whisper can be heard near her statue—a gentle cry and sorrowful voice, calling out to Malphas' name.

The Abyssal Entity – “The Mourning Beast”/"Velka, the Devouring Maw"

Malphas' abyssal creature is a being of unknown origin, feared even by the most ancient forces of Edenia. It did not come from Malphas—it was watching him, waiting for his despair to reach its peak. When he finally fell, it manifested as if answering a long-awaited call. Some scholars and occultists believe it is not merely a beast, but the Abyss itself given form, an eternal shadow that feeds on sorrow and tragedy. Despite being bound to Malphas, it has a mind of its own, often acting independently, lingering in the ruins of Elessia when its master is away. It does not speak, but its cries are said to be filled with anguish, resembling the wails of the countless souls Malphas has consumed. The strongest warriors who have faced it describe its presence as suffocating, as if the very concept of hope vanishes in its wake. Unlike Malphas, it has no remorse, no sorrow—it only seeks to consume, to spread the abyss further, to drown the world in eternal mourning. It has no true name, only titles—The Mourning Beast, The Weeping Shade, The Abyss Given Form. Its form is ever-shifting. Some have seen it as a towering beast with hollow eyes, others as a mass of black tendrils writhing through the ruins of Elessia. Its voice is a chorus of whispers, filled with sorrow and malice. Those who hear it too long begin to lose their minds, overcome with grief that is not their own.

The Tragedy of Elessia

The event known as “Elessia’s Descent” was not a battle, but a silent catastrophe. No one heard Malphas scream, no armies clashed—only a kingdom that simply ceased to be. The sky above Elessia remains in a state of perpetual night, as if the moon itself mourns what was lost. It is said that the souls of the fallen still linger, their whispers carried by the wind, forever trapped in a kingdom that no longer exists. The castle, though abandoned, never fully crumbles. Some say it is because of the abyss’ power, others believe it is Malphas’ refusal to let go of what was once his home. No one dares to enter the ruins, not even the bravest warriors. The sorrow that lingers there is overwhelming, and those who step too close often vanish without a trace.

The Sunless Half of Edenia

One of Malphas’ most infamous feats was when he held the sky itself back, ensuring that the sun would never rise again on one half of the world. The land beneath the eternal night is known as the Shadowed Lands of Noctros, where crops do not grow, the air is thick with sorrow, and the people who remain are mere ghosts of what they once were. Some say that Malphas does not need to be physically present for his influence to spread—his sorrow is so vast that it reaches across the world itself. Even celestial beings fear to tread in the darkness he has created. Some believe that the sun could rise again if Malphas were to be slain, but none have dared to test this theory.

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FINAL NOTE

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Despite all the horror he has brought, there are still those who believe that Malphas can be saved. Some whisper that Lysandra’s soul lingers within the eternal rose, waiting for the day her beloved awakens from his sorrow. But whether Malphas is beyond redemption or not, one thing is certain—

The King of Omen still stands, his sorrow unending, his roses in bloom, watching over a kingdom that exists only in memory.

"The sun has turned its back on this land, as it should. What light dares to shine upon a kingdom of the dead? Let the world forget, let the roses bloom in silence. For what is a king without his queen… but a ghost haunting a throne of dust?”

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