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Death has a minion!

Destruction the Dark Matter




Death
Legacy Name: Death


The Darkmatter Montre
Owner: Nataku

Age: 19 years, 7 months, 1 week

Born: September 17th, 2004

Adopted: 19 years, 7 months, 1 week ago (Legacy)

Adopted: September 17th, 2004 (Legacy)


Pet Spotlight Winner
March 27th, 2010

Statistics


  • Level: 442
     
  • Strength: 1,105
     
  • Defense: 1,105
     
  • Speed: 1,102
     
  • Health: 1,102
     
  • HP: 623/1,102
     
  • Intelligence: 185
     
  • Books Read: 189
  • Food Eaten: 0
  • Job: Head of Operations



Introduction
So you don’t believe in heaven or hell? Say there’s no such thing? There’s no god, no devil, nor angels and demons. You’re not a ‘god-fearing’ man…..

Well really, you shouldn’t be afraid of him, he’s not the one that will kill you. I will. I’ll kill all of you… when it’s time. Who am I? Death, quite simply. Not the god of Death, no, don’t confuse me with that fool, he just likes to boss me around on occasion. The Fates? They just tell me when to kill you. Those other devils and angels? Well they just deal with you after your dead.

So you see, there’s really no need to fear god either, well, I don’t anyhow. There might have been some greater force that created me, but that same force won’t destroy me, can’t really, I’m too valuable, too powerful. So don’t go thinking you can run off to him and get yourself ‘saved’. If anything, he’ll just move up your due date… then I’ll kill you quicker.

Oh yes, and now you’ll call me evil, you’ll curse me, call me a bane upon existence. You know, I really don’t care anymore. I used to try and explain what I was doing to everyone as I killed them, that I was merely moving them on to the next realm, but you people never understood or listened. They just called me evil. So you know what? After millennia after millennia of it, I became evil. It’s just a job for me man, I don’t really care how much you beg or scream, I’m still going to kill you. Every single one of you mortals will die eventually, and I’ll be there, I’ll be the one you see in that flash, your life being snuffed out as you cross the border to death.

But then, everything I’ve told you doesn’t really matter, because you won’t remember it in a few minutes anyhow. After all, the only people who can ever really recall the fact that Death spoke to them are already dead. After all, wouldn’t want you all to worry your little heads about dieing, then you mortals are no fun to watch. Don’t worry though, you’ll remember me and every single word I’ve ever told you after you die….
Of course, by then, it will be too late for you to do anything about it anyhow.

Bad-tempered / Disorganized / Cruel

RP is open/closed

Pet Treasure


Navy Trenchcoat

Harvester Scythe of Doom

Spiked Montre Tailguard

Death Soul Stone

Tome of Death

Death Scythe

The Dangers of Time Rifts

Empty Hourglass

Pet Friends