The Pit.
Six of us went down into the pit, I was the only one to escape.
Crota, son of Oryx, taker of light, harbringer of darkness. His minions slaughtered my fireteam, I was the only one to escape. I am Eris Morn, what I had seen during that raid was... scarring. I couldn't comprehend the powers of the hive, the thralls were under estimated, they smuthered Tarlowe's light, as if it was nothing. I have yet to find his Ghost, it's neon blue shell illuminated in the darkness, I hid in the shadows, losing my Ghost, leaving me a "Ghostless Guardian". One which holds no captive light for a ressurection, if I die, I'm gone, FOR GOOD.
Me and my fireteam treaded across the chiton floors of the bridgeway to the fortress which held the Swordbearer and Gatekeeper. I pull out my Touch of Malice, aiming tentatively, I spot the Swordbearer, swiftly pulled the trigger, penetrating it's hallowed skull. Releasing an ear-piercing screech, freeing it from it's duty of protecting the gate to Crota's realm. Next was the Gatekeeper, "Tarlowe, use your Gjallarhorn!" Tarlowe pulled out his Ghost, searching for his Gjallarhorn Rocket Launcher. Aiming for the Ogre's head, he pulled the trigger with no hessitation, or worry for what happened to the Ogre towering above him in front. The launcher's missile exploded on the ogre's head, it's projectile wolfpack rounds shortly following after, seeking the wizard placed next to it, in defence of the ogre, which clearly failed, due to it's death. We forged ahead, through the portal, leading to the home of the Deathsinger, Ir Yut. We prepared ourselves for the fight with Ir Yut. "Defenders, have you all got Ward of Dawn charged?"
"Yessir!" Responded all the Titans. We charged ahead, mauling any Acolytes or Knights that stood in our way, we reached the deathsingers, deploying the ward of dawn, and barraging her with any weapons we had, sticky grenades, launchers, rifles and so on. A screech of pain escaped as we pierced Ir Yut's heart, killing her, forever.
A Giant roar shattered the previously peaceful, harmonic sounds that were placed after Ir's death.
It was him, The Light Eater... Crota!