The horror of the undead is singular in its evil, as intrinsically wicked as the Rephaite who are the origin point of those hostile intelligences. Yet, within that bayonet point of evil there exist multifarious dark forces, like the prismatic hues of forged steel. These comprise not only the individual hostile intelligences of the undead themselves (and multiple can simultaneously inhabit a single physical host) but also monarch alters - created from the furnace of harsh ordeal that monarch programming provides.
The organization has long enshrined the slogan “coactus feci” which translates actionably as “conceived by torture”, for it is only through punishment and punishment most severe that the mind will be broken, creating the dangerous fissures out from which alters might manifest. In turn, the undead will utilize these vectors of compromise as entry points for possession, oftentimes coopting the monarch alters for the purpose of overtaking and subsuming the base consciousness of the one so possessed.
As vultures, crows and other birds of carrion gravitate to areas of isolation and are drawn forth by the stench of death, so do the undead seek out hosts that have undergone the horrors of monarch programming, vessels prorated for ghastly pastimes ranging from perverse to lethal, disciplined by the hideous lash encapsulating all that is evil and alight with the gleam in the eye of Satan.
“What is thy name? And he answered, saying, My name is Legion, for we are many.”

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