Several thousands of years old, this unique lich made a pact for immortality (or more specifically, eternal undeath). His patron, an eldritch and unknowable swarm of vermin, the Fleagion. They keep his body alive in exchange for his blood, flesh, sweat, and other parasite-y things. Ironically, Baxter has devoted the rest of his unlife to becoming a veterinarian and curing plagues.
This concept (and the word ‘fleagion’) has been in my head for quite a while, as this piece was made several years ago. You’ll see how I continue to refine and experiment with the concept down the line with my more recent works.
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