Rajapendra Cookie

Rajapendra Cookie is an alternate timeline version of Burning Spice Cookie that was corrupted by the Ultimate Dough by Shadow Milk Cookie, twisting his already corrupted Soul Jam of Destruction into Mortality. Once, he was the Herald of Change, a champion of civilization and benevolent ruler. He was hailed as a hero, a leader who fought battle after battle to protect the faint light of civilization shining amidst the gloom. Upon realizing the cycle of Change was becoming endless and boring, he became jaded. He destroys all no matter the cost; civilizations and kingdoms have fallen by his hand out of sheer boredom, enjoying the thrill of the hunt and the adrenaline from destruction; he doesn't care for his own safety, as long as he can destroy. His Soul Jam turned to Destruction after he destroyed his own kingdom and now, in an alternate timeline, he reigns over Mortality.

He bestowed the name Rajapendra Cookie upon himself upon his Destruction turning to Mortality, heralding in a new age of destruction and decimation. He looks much different than he once did as Burning Spice Cookie; his dough is now grey in color, and his hair is a creamy beige. His tattoos are golden-streaked across his torso and face, and he now wears black robes with golden accents. He takes the form of a half-Cookie, half-centipede; while sometimes he appears with Cookie legs, he still will have the tail of a centipede. Most of the time, his entire lower half is that of a centipede. His full Beastly form is a gigantic, fully-formed centipede that is able to spew fire. He no longer wields his usual parashu, relying solely on brute strength to destroy rather than weaponry.

The end of all history leads, inevitably, to mortality. And thus, there will be nothing that remains but hollow piles of ash! Darkness crept deep into Rajapendra Cookie's heart, twisting even the core of who and what he was. The countless, dazzling sagas Cookies had ever raised up, brick by brick, was never anything more to him than ruin postponed. In his mind, history was always doomed to perish meaninglessly. In his mind... he was the only one who could see everything clearly. He would no longer wait for civilizations to rot where they stood. Nay, he would end the cycle himself. True salvation, true mercy, could only mean one thing... molting, shedding, and dismantling in totality every trace of a decayed, rotting world, stripping it all away, dough and all. For only then could something eternal, truly unending, finally be born from the ruins. Now he stands ready to write the final period on a world of Cookies still flailing, still struggling to hold on... To him, this whole stagnant world is nothing more than a husk. A shell to be shed, and left behind, on the way to something far greater. And so, at last... the perfect, destructive heartbeat of the end begins.