Woke up with amnesia and an aching skull, he has no idea where to start (or continue?) Although he has no memory of who he is, he sees horrible visions of fire, murder and war. During his visions he feels an intense burning, as if his very soul were on fire.

The demon god Bethrezen, after his long imprisonment, no longer had his own body to return to. His legion of demonic servants however, found a being worthy to be a vessel for Bethrezen's spirit.
That being, a young prince named Uther, was lost during his kingdoms last Great War. His father, The Highfather, sent soldiers looking high and low across the land, but to no avail. Demons of The Legion found Uther, and made haste to vacate his own spirit from his body.

After a dark ritual, Bethrezen now walks the land under the guise of Uther, in search of his father. Few can see it, but there is an evil demonic aura surrounding him. How he came to the island of Shartak not even Bethrezen knows, but there is much to do if he is to regain his former power.

With no life to return to, he lives to kill, to offer each victim as a sacrifice to the Demon Gods, his blood-covered grin showing the pleasure he takes in his new purpose; to serve the Demon Gods and help bring about humanity's GOLGOTHA.

To all whom have not been deemed worthy by Him:

"I shall lead the Five as we rain blood from the sky, and as you fade into death, you will know that my face is the face of war.

For We Are Many...."

The Prophecy as Bethrezen Has Foretold

I have brought HIS kingdom to Earth,
And a bloody cleansing is nigh.
Indeed, it is well overdue.
I am the Leader of the Five -
The Watchers at the GATE OF SOULS.
We shall Make the Way for the coming of
HIS GLORIOUS ARMY, and as a fanfare,
We demand several sacrifices.
Blood sacrifices for His pleasure.
So be aware then, that the road to your GOLGOTHA shall be slippery with your BLOOD.

FOR WE ARE MANY.

Uther shall lead the Five -
From out the southern goal shall cut his bloody swathe.
True hate shall find a way - in Him the darkness stands revealed.
His eyes as void as a dead man's gaze,
As cold as the light from a dying star.

For We Are Many...

For in the western deserts He finds a form
He is the Child with the Mouth of Blood,
The bleakness before the Beginning of Time,
He is the glint of ice in a murderer's eye,
The savage heart of every crime.

For We Are Many...

And lo, if War should have a face,
This one of Five would show that bleeding mask:
Ears pricked to savour every scream,
Teeth bared to strip the carcass wet,
And tongue to lap that vessel dry.

For We Are Many...

From the east the idiot monster cometh,
With nails to announce it's blasphemous intent.
In still dark chambers it awaits the Shadow -
Ebon body, scars the power -
Dark Messiah with a hideous strength.

For We Are Many...

The Watchers at the Gate of Souls shall make the Way,
The Five are red in tooth and claw -
The head, the heart, the hands, the teeth, the eyes,
All combine to create the Five.

For We Are Many...

The knife shall carve it's bloody ritual,
A sanguinary return to a darker place.
Flesh running cold with the shedding of tears -
To shred, to cut, to slice, to know
The weeping wound and it's glooming soul.

For We Are Many...