Anthem Anatheme

I am not a man. Neither am I a weapon. I am an idea given flesh. That idea is death. In my hands I wield tools of terrestrial obliteration. In my heart, the eclipsing power of a dead god. My bullets are tributary rivers emptying into an ocean of possibilities. My blade is sharp and honed with secrets. I am a Warlock... a Guardian. And Guardians make their own fate.