He had heard the rumors, the whispers. Koschei was coming. He wanted to laugh, wanted to scream. But he did none of those things. Instead he traveled, naming himself Viy as he went.
If Koschei wanted stories told about him, well, Viy could do the same. And that's how the stories spread, truths with small lies peppered in. And the whispers changed.
Viy was coming.
And he was coming for Koschei.













