The old warrior stood at the edge of the cliff with a sliver metal in his abdomen.

The old warrior fought valiantly but was slain to the point of no return. No amount of supernatural healing could revive the old warriors dying heart.

His son and his son's daughter stood at a distance watching the horror.

The old warrior knew this day would come...for his destiny had been written from the beginning.

The old warrior would carry his son's burden on the day of his death for that was the deal he made with the darkness.

His son's dark aura exited his body and entered his father's.

The old warriors heart began to beat once again...with a dark intention.

Eyes yellow with a red center, claws long as branches, teeth sharp as thorns, fur black as night.

The old warrior was no more...and the demon now walks the earth thirsty for bloodshed.

The old warrior's slayer now lying in a pool of crimson.

Standing over her father's weakened body the daughter of the young warrior took his sword,chose her fathers stance,and prepared herself.

The lives of the people she has come to love now hang in the balance of her next move.

(Journal Entry #78. Katherine Stormshield)