• In the air i can hear Deaths sweet melody playing, entrancing all those who hear the low notes of the devils song as he comes to take their souls.

    Flute in hand he trecks across the plain of souls, collecting his payment from those who are due.
    A smile spreads across his face as he brings the flute to his mouth playing but the first of many enchanting notes.

    Fires burn bright, flickering under the cold, red moon, almost as red as Lucipher's skin as both dead and un-dead join hands for a dance, the final dance before the appocolypse.


    In the final moment, while the underworld is cheering and getting ready to decend into the final oblivion those above are running around, chasing stars and looking for paradise, none knowing that in that second all hopes and dreams would shatter, leaving behind only empty,broken shells and the remains of strong willed dreams, thus creating a whole new world.

    (i got bored)