This is Death. He is the physical embodiment of death and is absolutely merciless. Nothing in his path survives.
Whenever someone kills him, he comes alive and rises out of the ashes of his own body.
But the corruption on his other side is spreading further. Everytime he kills someone, every time he rises from the dead again, it spreads.
Soon he will lose his choices, his soul. He won’t be able to control himself anymore. He has to stop murdering, stop attacking, stop instilling fear.
But that’s all he has ever known.
Death is what he’s destined to be.
Isn’t it?
