O Death

His corpse grey skin constantly moved as maggots crawled beneath. His eyes were dark sockets. If you stared you'd see the embers of Hell's flames, but no one wanted to look at that face- flat nose and almost lipless mouth with yellow teeth. His smile was as crooked as his unmasked intentions.

His wings unfurled around him like a cloak, eclipsed in black feathers. All the tension fell away as he shook off ashes. Trapped so long in darkness and silence, he was ready for violence.

His laugh was a dying man's scream.

Nothing will satisfy him but your soul.