Rain splashes down the long dark streets as a shady figure dashes by my door... "it's been to long..." he says with venom flowing in his voice. A large streak of thunder crashes down on his Sickle. For a second you can see his skull. "Oh... Hello father." I say with a crescent moon over my head. 'How is He...' I think to my self. I haven't seen Frau(father) in five years and now he is here... "I have lived in the shadows while you, Frau the last ghost... You..." I couldn't finish that sentence because at that moment... I killed my father. I break into hysteria as I take back my scythe and fade into the shadows... That day I made an oath, I would never say another word again... It has been ten years since that day... Living alone... Away from civilization... Well I live in a house... You could call it that... It's actualy a warp in-between two houses with concrete walls, three doors, TV, oh yes and the infinite number of idiots are absurd here. This has been my shelter for 4 years... I have my scythe... My Gauntlets... And a lot of daggers... It is worst then hell here trust me I once lived there... My first year with my scythe back... I only know a few humans here. It's sad because this planet is inhabited by those traders... As the sun binds with the moon I fly out of my makeshift home for my meals... I see a farm and lurch down, and that's when hell breaks free.
Rain splashes down the long dark streets as a shady figure crashes through door... "it's been to long..." he says with venom flowing in his voice. A large streak of thunder crashes down on his Sickle. For a second you can see the resemblance in our faces. "Oh... Hello father." I say with a crescent moon over my head. 'How is He...' I think to my self. I haven't seen My father in five years and now he is here... "I have lived in the shadows while you, Frau the last ghost... You..." I couldn't hear that last sentence because at that moment... I killed my father. I break into hysteria as I take back my scythe and fade into the shadows... That day I made an oath, I would never say another word again... It has been ten years since that day... Living alone... Away from civilization... Well I live in a house... You could call it that... It's actualy a warp in-between two houses with concrete walls, three doors, TV, oh yes and the infinite number of idiots are absurd here. This has been my shelter for 4 years... I have my scythe... My Gauntlets... And a lot of daggers... It is worst then hell here trust me I once lived there... My first year with my scythe back... I only know a few humans here. It's sad because this planet is inhabited by those traders... As the sun binds with the moon I fly out of my makeshift home for my meals... I see a farm and lurch down, and that's when hell breaks free.