He had died a thousand times over a thousand lifetimes and would probably die a thousand more. For him, to die was a relative term, he could be vanquished, but only temporarily…until his body and soul regenerated.
Of course, this had taken a toll on him as his corporeal body was old and disheveled, almost decomposing, held together by bandages and cloth. But his power was eternal and when in his spectral form he was all powerful and unstoppable.
With the “Chant of Death“ his old and decaying body would transform into a muscular and formidable demon and he could wield immense powers through incantations and spells.
He was only vulnerable to a specific type of magic, that only his mortal enemy possessed, that unworthy child king… the “Lord of the Cats”.
One day he would crush all his enemies and he would sit upon the throne, for he is “The Ever Living”.
