Reaching for a bottle filled with preservatives, floating inside the bottles are eyes, lizards, toads, tongues, organs. Apothecary work never did interest him; but with his mother as the chief Apothecary of the realm it left him little choice growing up other than to assist her. He watched as she made potions and remedies, healing patches and enhancements. One day he decided to try to make a potion himself, taking jars off the shelf and mixing them together, when he poured in a clear looking powder the bowl exploded, scaring most of his face and hands, melting skin and burning muscle. Hextor felt the pain he had wrought on himself, as well as the broken table and bowl the explosion had caused. With the agonizing pain coursing through him and the scene in front of him he laughed. He had never been so excited in his life, feeling the air burn around him as it exploded and feeling the rush of his skin melting. From there he stole his Mother’s supplies, ran from the kingdom and started creating his own potions and concoctions. All of which would destroy the target at which they were used on. Hextor was responsible for many of the most destructive weapons, a gel that once fired ignited in the air and was corrosive to any material it touched, cauterizing wounds as it burned into the flesh of its target, burning through them. Yet not allowing them to die. Hextor was called by the Gods for his contributions to war and man, earning him a place in the realm of Gods. Hextor works still to this day in the land, leaving his new inventions to any who would find them and use them to bring more destruction to the world.