Kemin, the Tyrant
Today, I was the Lord of a Hollow, the Usurped Throne. My name doesn't matter any longer, I am only the Tyrant.
Gaunt to the point of being skeletal, eyes sunken and glistening with cold, blue light - there are galaxies yet to conquer - the figure sits on a throne of petrified mahogany and ash, its spine and nervous system decorating the back, its limbs attached to the throne itself. Tendrils of ink spread from its spine and limbs, reaching down the cracked stone table, down into the Hollow, down into the world. On its head, at last, a crooked crown, whispering words of power in its ear - even here, even now, the Tyrant is swayed by Dominion herself.
None of his friends were left, so other Hunters came to save him. They almost made him worse before they could finally put him to rest.1
It's 25th August 2026. A long time ago, something very bad happened to you.2
The tattoo is by morbidgarden. Original Hollows art by Silvia de Stefanis.↩
Now you’re something very bad that happens to other people.↩