Friday, November 17, 2006
Kept alive by machines, designed solely to cause him pain. He is the closest thing to death made into man. He feeds on your pain, sorrow, and fear. He will never stop until he that summoned him dies and his enemies’ blood pours like rain. His face removed so that his mask absorbs his soul. He is the coming cataclysm; he is the end to all that see his horns and new face. The only sign of his coming is the moaning of millions of earth bound souls slain by his cursed blade.