(This is an idea I had a long time ago, that I'm thinking of rehashing. Posting it here for future reference. :))
One soul.
Many lives.
Most are lowly, behind-the-scenes cogs of history, forgotten to the ages.
Some are trailblazers, builders of history in the forefront of time.
Then there are the few whose soul purpose is to destroy, burning down the facade of history through the heat of their passion and pain. Through their very existence, they carve out a bloody gash in time and space.
These souls are called Blights.
A new Blight has just arisen. And she's ready to rewrite history once more.