deathshadow978

I lived, I learned, I grew, I watched, I listened, and I ignored. I spent everyday following the paths of those who have vanished; Only death stood waiting for me though, waiting with a deal. With no choice but to accept, I stand behind him as death’s shadow, following everywhere. Often called the Angel of Death, I stand with pitch black wings, hair darker then that of night itself, and a look in my eyes that would scare off even bravest of men without hesitation. I now stand alone, separated from all mankind, waiting, nothing more, just waiting for the day it all changes, the day it all vanishes. When that day comes, I shall strike down Death where he sits and claim the throne myself. Hell’s beasts will charge from the fiery ground and those who have destroyed, lied, killed; Those who have taken that which they should not have, all shall disappear. Once this prophecy comes true, only then will Hell close up and everything return to normal.
-Death’s 978 Shadow