The Birth of The Angel of Death: Prologue
I return to the river that was covered in snow that fateful day seven years ago, the day the snow was stained red.
Seven years ago today, there was twenty-nine of us that day. Only nine survived me and my brothers and sisters I wounded you so that we could escape. Back the I thought I could bring you back, but I was wrong just like before.
Two battles have taken place before now the first was just you and me. I stand where I confronted you last time on top of the waterfall. The walls still had rust colored blood on it from our first battle, though most of it landed in the water from the hole in my right shoulder. You let me live that day, for what reason I have no idea.
I can sense you there staring at me, standing across from me. This time I came not to bring you back, but to atone for the trouble I've caused by holding back. These years I have earned my self a name, they call me The Angel of Death.
What a glorious battle this will be, for I have heard what they call you. The Harbringer of Doom vs. The Angel of Death.
I can see you have mastered your sword, well lets see if it can take on my swords Nightmare, Ashbringer, and Shikon. Swords forged by the gods themselves. Nightmare forged Shinigami, Ashbringer forged by Kami, and Shikon forged by Kronos.
This time I don't aim to bring you back but to destroy you so get ready here I come.
