Crozma ⁸⁰⁰

I once ruled my own kingdom. My followers basked over the sun-dipped halos I bore from my body, the literal incarnation of the purest and holiest color, white. Something came into my domain one day, however, something...dark. It ripped my holy light from my body, it split it into two and fled. My kingdom fell to blackness, to sin. My once 'loyal' followers disappeared. They did this to me. I'm hungry. I'm cold.

You four-- you've fled to a world FULL of light, haven't you? I'll find you. I'll find what you've taken from me. I'll take EVERYTHING.

I'll DEVOUR IT.