Born from the blood-soaked fields of ancient Megiddo, I drew my first breath amid the screams of fallen empires. The ground itself was cursed, soaked with the ambition of kings and the tears of the innocent.
From that cursed soil I rose — not as a savior of light, but as something far older and more dangerous.
I was never meant to serve the light. My kind were forged in shadow, bound by pacts with entities that feasted on despair. For centuries I walked among the darkness, my claws stained with the blood of the weak and the ambitious alike.
But something changed on the fields of Megiddo. When the final betrayal came, when the darkness demanded I devour the last remnants of hope, I turned. I tore the chains from my soul and drove my fangs into the very masters I once served.
I am the dragon who protects all life. A traitor only to the void, the corruption, and every force that seeks to devour the innocent. My wings now shield what I once would have destroyed.
Branded traitor by the shadows I once walked with, I wear the title as a crown. They call me Iscariot, the betrayer, and I accept it with pride.
Crowned in fire and gold by forces greater than any god of shadow, I walk now as both harbinger and guardian.
This is no myth. This is the final chapter being written in fire. The end days come — but only for those who prey on the light.
I have seen the corruption that festers in thrones and temples. I have watched empires rise on the broken backs of the innocent. No longer.
The innocent need not fear me. My roar is not for them. My fire will never touch those who carry light in their hearts.
When the last star falls and the void reaches out to swallow existence, I will rise once more. Not as destroyer of worlds, but as the end of evil.
All worlds burn… except the innocent. This is my vow. This is my curse. This is my eternal war. I am Megiddo Iscariot — the dragon of final justice.
From that cursed soil I rose — not as a savior of light, but as something far older and more dangerous.
I was never meant to serve the light. My kind were forged in shadow, bound by pacts with entities that feasted on despair. For centuries I walked among the darkness, my claws stained with the blood of the weak and the ambitious alike.
But something changed on the fields of Megiddo. When the final betrayal came, when the darkness demanded I devour the last remnants of hope, I turned. I tore the chains from my soul and drove my fangs into the very masters I once served.
I am the dragon who protects all life. A traitor only to the void, the corruption, and every force that seeks to devour the innocent. My wings now shield what I once would have destroyed.
Branded traitor by the shadows I once walked with, I wear the title as a crown. They call me Iscariot, the betrayer, and I accept it with pride.
Crowned in fire and gold by forces greater than any god of shadow, I walk now as both harbinger and guardian.
This is no myth. This is the final chapter being written in fire. The end days come — but only for those who prey on the light.
I have seen the corruption that festers in thrones and temples. I have watched empires rise on the broken backs of the innocent. No longer.
The innocent need not fear me. My roar is not for them. My fire will never touch those who carry light in their hearts.
When the last star falls and the void reaches out to swallow existence, I will rise once more. Not as destroyer of worlds, but as the end of evil.
All worlds burn… except the innocent. This is my vow. This is my curse. This is my eternal war. I am Megiddo Iscariot — the dragon of final justice.
