Fudge GOD HAS ABANDONED US. WETHER HE DIED OR BETRAYED US, DOESNT MATTER. HUMANITY IS JUST ANOTHER TOY LEFT BEHIND. Its skin is pitch black. It’s missing its left forearm, white liquid dripping from where it cuts off. Has an extra right arm that’s slightly smaller and warped. Has one large mouth that splits vertically across its head with an eye on the inside. Has angel wings with the left one almost entirely torn off, the right one heavily battered & pretty much useless. Strings are attached to its body, the strings are attached to fingers of a giant white floating glove. This glove doesn’t seem to move its fingers, though fudge still tends to fight against the strings. Sometimes the glove won’t even let it move forward, usually when he’s in front of a meal. He’ll thrash and try to grab it but sometimes the glove just won’t let him. Has multiple tiny holes scattered across its body. Its body is lathered in deep cuts with white blood. Wears pure black & white very tattered robes that are entirely torn at the waist. In its hands is a pitch black cleaver stained pure white. It will dash in a fit of rage to anyone it sees before brutally cleaving into them and feasting on their flesh. It constantly screams, whether in rage or in pain is unknown, but it sounds painful. It’s SCREECH however: it can let out an insanely high pitched screech thats downright horrifying to hear that sounds like a thousand screams at once. Hands reach out from its body from the holes to grab chunks of discarded flesh. Has severe Autophagia, has resorted to eating the hands. The hands from inside claw at his chained heart, begging to get out. Begging to control the vessel housing them to be free from this hellhole. The last of gods angels, left to rot with the souls of the damned trapped forever inside its own soul, housing the last of the tortured souls unfor. Corrupted from within by the hatred and the overwhelming NEED to eat EVERYTHING that breathes, including itself.