The sempiternal liar of an undying King. Forced to rule upon the now destitute lands due to an accursed word of loathsome intent. Laying down an everlasting damnation upon Shinigami, the self-proclaimed ancient ruler of the living dead. Now residing within the safe confines of his elevated manner perpetually standing tall on the summit of one of the largest mountains in the lands. The perennial pressures of the outside world constantly assaulting the manners archaic walls failing to ever sustain lasting damage in their everlasting war, as though mother nature wanted to reclaim it's peak upon the mountain, but the hard stone had cemented it's place upon the apex of the mountain claiming it's rule until eternities end.
The only access point into the manner of the north would be crossing the anciently pernicious bridge of utter dismay having claimed the souls of many unfortunate travelers and adventurers....If, somehow, you manage to cross the bridge. You'd be confronted with the living dead, and for all intense and purposes, they are the most courageous warriors the land had ever known. The dead had paid no mind to fear. The dead would show no mercy. They would never relent until killed or their rotten teeth sunk into a victims calling flesh. All of this owned, by one man and one man alone, forever burdened to watch over and command the dead...The Devils Death Dealer, Shinigami.