Once I suffered a mortal body, now I am death incarnate. Twice slain, thrice born. Death cannot hold me. I have bent the realm of the dead to my will, this world shall be next. Fools fear death, the strong wield it. In the world beyond, blackened ichor filled a crumbling sky, as souls withered to nothing. But I refused to fade. I carve my kingdom beyond, from the ashes of nothing, no mortals, not even gods, will stop me from claiming what is mine. I alone am the bastion between eternal existence and oblivion.I march towards endless glory. All mortals reek with the stench of decaying flesh. I stand eternal. The dead belong to me, the living shall be next. The world has tried to forget my existence, time to remind them why they fear. I am surrounded by weak and petty souls, clinging to flesh. So many blunder on with a false sense of purpose, I shall sunder them from their lies. Death by my hand is a blessing. I sunder the natural cycle, so that all may be preserved. I promise eternity. The ungrateful call me tyrant, the wise call me lord. Some fear me, others worship at my feet, all will serve. I will silence the incessant thrum of mortal hearts. I will grind their petty souls into mortar. The din of the living world, the silence of the hereafter, I rule it all. Naive men pray to the gods, they will learn to pray to me. Let the foolish curse me. Their gods cannot save them, from me. False kings cower beneath false crowns, a true lord takes what he will. All will bend their knee in fear and fealty. All will die, all will be mine. Weaklings cower in the light, I bring eternal darkness. Mortals plan in fear for tomorrow, I build for eternity. I forged Nightfall from mortal terror. A fine addition to my domain. Only the worthy receive the gift of Nightfall's kiss. The unworthy are dust, doomed to wither and fade. Death is my kindness! Resist or give in, your end is the same. All shall serve the true lord of the living and the dead! Let the screams begin. Bow before your damnation! Accept your demise, you are already doomed. Face your end. You will be far more useful in death. You were correct to fear, what I want, I take. None can escape me.
In the end I claim all....