" 𝐨𝐡, 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐰𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫? "
The end for all. The cold guiding hand into what most call a afterlife. Something he will never live nor see. Always the villain or the hero always both never one over the other. Something one gets use to. Riding a grey large horse with his brothers, sinister smile upon a mansion they all live in. chocolate caramel hair with eyes that look dead. Even he looks dead. Long nimble fingers that could crush a tank and end an immortal life with a brush of his hand. Cold laughter with rolling eyes.
Everyone will one day meet him, the one and only death.
- JoinedDecember 7, 2020