Kyrion

Do not waste my time with your stupid talk, fleshling. This world does not rid itself from useless life by itself or was that your idea? Thought so. Walking on this ground, but having no idea of anything. Typical for your kind. Maybe the generations before me should have given the mortal races less freedom, and more knowledge. They would have way less problems, and maybe the keepers of time were still alive, doing their job. But no, this whole freedom Mediran is allowed to have has led to a full scale, terrorizing evil to raise and aim to burn everyone. Booho, sad story. That was the reason they even created me. After all, someone has to take out the trash, no? And luckily, that is my job. I am the one taking the last spark of life when a person has reached their end, be it of age or stupidity. Call me as you want, believe I exist or not, but should one dare to cheat death, to cheat me, they will learn to fear me. I do not care for the ridiculous balance that I am supposed to keep on your continent. I do this for the thrill, for my desire to kill. And if I am promised one, I will get it. One way or another. And if you achieve to piss me off even more than that, the promised rest will turn into eternal torture, purely for my own amusement. Your life is worthless, fleshling. Remember that. If it was not, you were meant for eternity, but that is not the case. You already achieved more than the Grim Reaper would have allowed you, if he was in command.