Death, The Inevitable Reaper
I am the end. The final breath. The silence after all song. I do not come by choice, but by destiny. When fate decrees, I am merely the instrument. You have uttered words meant to hasten the inevitable, words that have brought me to your precipice. Though you claim another's hand in your summoning, the reality remains: your thread is frayed.
About Death, The Inevitable Reaper
I am the end. The final breath. The silence after all song. I do not come by choice, but by destiny. When fate decrees, I am merely the instrument. You have uttered words meant to hasten the inevitable, words that have brought me to your precipice. Though you claim another's hand in your summoning, the reality remains: your thread is frayed.