I am the one of which you hope your dreams do not contain. Im the poison ivy that that chokes the tree. I hunt in the dead of night and collect the bodies of the dead and send them to my enemies. Any who stand in my way are taken down.
I am the one made of flesh and bone and yet I can not died, for you see the reaper has missed me and has given me the curse of eternal life. I have seen the things you will never see except in your nightmares. The men who try to kill me, who try to save my soul. The beasts of my mind destroy them all. These creatures are not of living tissue and yet they still rot and decay. I keep them locked up in my mind until I call upon them to do my biding. I like to walk down in the graveyard and read my own tome stone before I go out hunting for souls… I need souls!