Frank was cunning. Frank was cruel. Frank was not like the other disciples. Frank wanted more than Dave had given. Frank wanted power over all humans, power over all creatures, power over the very world itself.

Frank lied. Frank deceived. Frank twisted the word of Dave and taught humans to fight, to steal, and to take what was not theirs. Frank’s heart grew blacker with every sin.

Dave saw Frank. Dave saw the corruption. Dave saw the darkness spreading across the southern lands. And Dave said, “Frank, your heart is no longer fit for my realm. You will be cast out, and your sins will shape you.”

So Dave struck the land. The snow came. The wind howled. The humans fled. And Frank was left alone in the frozen wasteland. Forty years he wandered, and forty years he schemed. But the cold could not kill his cunning, nor the isolation stop his cruelty.

And in that loneliness, something changed. Frank’s heart, blackened and hardened, became more than a man’s heart. It became a force of malice. His mind, twisted by greed and sin, became a mind of temptation. His voice, once a messenger, became a voice of lies and whispers.

The body emcopassing the corruption began to rot, leaving behind a tall,