(Scars do not appear to be cause of death –shock ... - Bad Request

I felt the beginnings of a memory stirring....
"Vhailor...?"
The name spilled from my lips in a shock. It was the barest whisper, but it
echoed strangely in the chamber. I had no idea where the name came from,
but I knew it belonged to the armor. The air stirred, just enough to send a
crawling sensation swimming through my skull and a knot to tighten in my
heart.
I opened myself to the memories and they rose like a miasma bubbling up
from the bottom of a swamp. As I stared upon the suit of armor the
shadows beneath the visor took shape... coalescing into the features of a
powerful, ebony-skinned man. His eyes were like fires, and he bore
numerous scars... was this 'Vhailor,' when he wore flesh? He seemed
hauntingly familiar... both as a suit of armor AND as a flesh and blood
human.
"Chief- maybe this isn't-"
Morte started to interject, but I needed to know-
"Vhailor..." I murmured, placing a hand on the chest plate, "Awaken."
A flare of brilliant red light from beneath the helm burst like a sickly crimson
dawn, lancing out to almost blinding intensity; I shielded my eyes from the
glare - when I uncovered them, two embers burned within the shadows of
the helm.
"I have AWAKENED."
The voice was spectral, hollow, and echoed within the suit of armor. It was
not a human voice... more like a presence, force. It didn't sound like
anything alive... or like anything that ever lived.
"Who are you?" I murmured.
“I am VHAILOR.”
"What are you?"
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