• Alone isn't my word to describe the pain...
    Death...ha Death himself is my friend, my chains,
    locked against this world of light. My name isn't heard.

    Whispers through a broken wine glass. As screams won't
    be heard. Walking alone through a frozen covered world, as
    the hearts of others to be thrown around. Sins will be covered in
    their blood, as I clean their messes.

    Watching the shadows rise and fall, in despair; and their souls to be
    sucked out, and torn. Into the dark a bliss. As dark flames rule the shadows
    and dance gracefully among the cracks that shown them hell. And the cold rises
    as this world falls among the depths of hell, were the demons play, and the souls
    dance to a sad, descent tune that plays in regret.

    My name isn't heard because I'm death, I am one with the darkness, I am one with hell.
    Your hell....

    My name is Jigoku.