Devourer’s Memoir

When you think of power think of me, not the emperor or his fingers. But me the devourers of reality itself, spitting out the bones of relics inscribed with the runes of their shamans. How does a boy who had everything become the thing that devours worlds? you will learn how I, Aziri M Vaillancourt who remembers all my lives. The first being of elite academies. A dynasty of serpents. A family I loved. Armies unimaginable to the eye that knelt at my father’s word. Safety. Power. Warmth. The second being a slave with a stolen name and fractured memories. Powerless. Alone. Broken. And between these lies the truth I’m trying to tell if the ancient knowledge that chose me allows it. If the gifts that hollowed this soul of mine has left enough of my true self to remember. If I can finish the account before I becomes the puppet they’re designed to create. The Devourer’s Memoir spans ages From fourteen to countless. From family dinners to blood-soaked survival to devourer. From fighting slavers and bandits to confronting monsters, seekers, emperors, demonic cults, and Útheima-Hildingr the exiled war-king whose worship means death. Each battle won costs him more than blood. Each power gained takes another piece of what he was. And as he faces other Devourers those who walked this path before he realises the terrible truth. The gifts that save you are the same ones that erase you. This is not a hero’s journey. This is a confession before the final hollowing.