Orestes (introducing myself)

I pressed the hot metal against the flesh of my heathen self.
Just to test the pain felt and the smell smelt, as I melted.

Orestes is branded.

If death chooses you first, I will be the one to slice your dirty vein then etch my name, 'Orestes' into your skin, so you can die with eternal fame or Original sin, take your pick?

Orestes the wicked.

I've tasted the venom of the ancients and picked apart their fables lucidly.
I kill vehemently and I'm detrimental to your longevity, as I devour your mind and soul and you shrink and submit with jeopardy.

Orestes the malignant.

There will be no place in the new world for the feeble minded and I watch you all like blind sheep dying.
Drowning in seas of your own waste and bile.
Death suits you all, escape the fire and walk toward my knife.

Orestes the kind.