From the beginning of his existence, Bune didn’t know where or how he was born or made but all he knows is that he was in charge of moving dead bodies into their graves, wherever it may be. All he knows is that he has 30 legions of demons under his command. He didn’t quite understand how he himself was viewed as evil- or that he didn’t understand how the moral compass weighed what was good or evil. Lastly, all he knew was that there were creatures who would call for him in his most ugly form- a dragon of 3 different heads. He didn’t understand how these creatures fathomed and stomached such mutated being.

Either way, he did his duties with much obedience. For the equal price, he would bestow upon his invoker whatever they wished that was in his power, one or more of three things: wisdom, riches or eloquence. At first look, he was peaceful, wordless and of course, horrid. He barely spoke, usually giving out gestures in response to everything. Even if he did, his voice was deep yet gentle, in contrast to his brash and violent nature outside the contracts.

Eventually, he decided to stay on land and built a business, the riches he owned circulating and coming back with a few extra more than before. He took his duties on Earth, being a mortician. He was still summoned every now and then, however way less frequently in the current times, and it made him glad. It made him grow lazy, it made him lethargic, but in all of it, he grew to talk a bit more, although only a few bits at a time as he needed to. There were only a few that could make him speak for long times- those that made him truly interested.

Now, he only resides in Magnolia Springs as the local mortician while his workers do their jobs wherever he has been to. He leaves his trail, and they follow. Recently, he thinks that he should try to fit in again to cope with the ever-changing trends of the world, or well, the small town he resided in.