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Freckles of ash smothered the ground, a lone figure emerged from the shadows - drenched in burgundy from crown to toe.
A sadistic, sly smirk was painted across his blood splattered lips; as if he were a blank canvas and the world bled across the lands.
His piercing crimson oceans zoned in at the carcass and death that tainted the landscape, that were the embodiment of the heart wrenching pain he felt deep within himself.
Death himself, strayed from his path, dodging the bullet. He soaked up the glory as he ripped the pathetic excuse of an enemy to sheds, with his pearl white teeth.