Nito was rudely awakened by another servant. The first of the dead could turn him to another skeleton… or worse. Yet he had this tendency of forgiving his new servants.
"My Lord, i plagued five more worlds for your delight. I bestow these eyes of deaths for your delight." He dropped five eyes of death next to nito's bony feet. Despite their name, they were slightly twitching. Nito threw a parchment of paper to his minion. The new servant opened the parchment and read it with haste. He clenched on his talisman with a wicked grin on his face "'Finally! The art of sword dance is within my grasp….now… prepare to die, Nito!"
His dug his talisman to the ground expecting swords of the red death to puncture its former lord. However, they didn't arise. Only a chilling laugh echoed in the air. Nito summoned a small sword which went through his servant's rear.
He didn't die though. Instead, the swords slowly craved through the man's flesh very very slowly. Nito, went back to sleep with the sweet echoes of agony and dismay.