Thread:The Purpur Man/@comment-26173711-20200109051446/@comment-35691777-20200119014937

Bloody Death was about to speak, but Dark Pestilence looked at her sister with a determined look. Bloody Death nodded and let Dark Pestilence speak for them, Golden War and Pale Famine did the same, as Dark Pestilence then said, "Yes, but also no. This prison of mine is an underground pizzeria, a very old pizzeria, one of the oldest ones, ten thousand, no thirty thousand years ago. Back then, this twisted place was less funhouse and more....prison." Dark Pestilence's tone remained the same. "Here, in this makeshift madhouse, I was born, no, not born, stolen and made in their laboratory. I was bred in a test-tube, my soul bound by my DNA, and from one single strand I grew from the bodies of the deceased being fed into me. I swallowed every piece of them, spat every piece out, and my DNA replicated all the genetic material out. And eventually, after so many years, I was born, a crying screaming, normal human baby-sized baby. And......the first act of kindness I was given, instead of a hug, or some look of kindness..........was hate.........and a chop by an axe to the neck.........killing me instantly...........but instead, I survived, I was immortal, and I was killed all the time for it, and tortured for it."