From heaven a blessed angel fell, as light lit the dark woods like a candle would in a closed off room. His wings of drifting snow in contrast to his blazing eyes, a sight to behold. His hair as black as ebony, a little disheveled, the stubble on his slim face blended perfectly against his pale skin. His broad shoulders and straight back gave him a feeling of authority. His mouth curved slightly into a frown, as if he was judging me. "You shall do fine, Puppet." His voice reverberated off the surrounding trees. He raised his hand to the light and as he did, it morphed into a steel white spear. The Angel of death spread it's Devine wings as he dived through the thick fog. As the sharp point entered my chest, his clean white robe was stained with my crimson blood. His frown turned into a sadistic smile as he pulled the cold steel from my heart. The demon started to lick the blood from his hand as he turned into a face I knew all to well. He had become me. "There can only be one true 'Hero', sorry." My voice came from his lips as he laughed. I feel cold, my body laid still on the ground, I laughed. Even at death. I didn't care. The world is a cruel and dark place. Well I think I should go now.
And forever...