The Forger

Where he was never mattered. It was a beautiful, scenic, full of natural life. Or was, at one point. Beneath the quaint evergreen forest laid a host of twisted flesh and broken minds. Altered through alchemy, the once peaceful ecosystem was now a mad fight for supremacy. From a simple squirrel to a mighty wolf they fought tooth and claw to devour all in their paths. Even the trees themselves hungered for flesh, gnarled roots reaching for any creature not fast enough to escape them. Bark twisted into maws, consuming anything and everything.
A paradise for the Alchemist who made them.
Firrerreo stood by the balcony of his recently refurbished lab, sipping at a glass of wine. Blood red eyes watched as his pets waged their war against each other. At least until the misshapen humanoid of a butler walked up beside him. At once the glass in his hand shattered. Furious, he looked to the being beside him.
"Do you have a reason to bother me this time?" Horus never bothered Firrerreo without reason, not that the Sith ever remembered. Instead, the butler simply groveled, fear evident in every movement.
"T.. There's a.. Guest.."
"A guest?" All at once the Sith's features shifted back to a smile. He nodded once, casually dismissing the broken glass over the balcony behind him.
"What are you standing there for, go. Bring them in."
