Description

In the first age, in the first battle, when the shadows first lengthened, one stood. Stung by the venom of Armageddon, he chose the path of perpetual torment. In his ravenous hatred he found no peace; and with boiling blood he scoured the hornet hives seeking vengeance against the bugs who had stung him. He wore the crown of the apiarists, and those that tasted the bite of his honey wand named him... the Comb Slayer.