When death reigns upon our human flesh, most of us understand that our time has come and we have no other choice but to subdue to the darkness. What about the other people who refuse to let their souls be destroyed and tossed into the void?
When death reigns upon our human flesh, most of us understand that our time has come and we have no other choice but to subdue to the darkness. What about the other people who refuse to let their souls be destroyed and tossed into the void?
I'm the mighty bitchy Death everyone hates. I am the Grim Reaper forced to earth to drain the dying of their souls and determinate where they go. Boring right? That's only half of it. But what happen...