The Red Death

The Read Death

   I'm the Red Death, the physical embodiment of terror, demise and fear. I come from hell put on earth, to lurk in the shadows, to bring a quick and merciless end to all who meet me. My story begins with my cold and careless existence floating through a blooming kingdom, casting my dark shadow upon the land.

From the moment I arrived, I could sense the fear and panic spreading like wildfire. The people trembled at the mere mention of my name, because they knew that my touch would bring nothing but pain and death. They tried to hide behind their walls and locked doors, but no one or nothing can stop me from gripping their souls.

I'm emotionless in their desperation, watching as their once happy lives full of joy crumbled before me. The streets that were once filled with laughter and joy were now filled with screams of pain and horror as they melt and corrode from the inside out. The grand halls, once decorated with the richness of their lives, became empty echoes of another lost time. Blood and tears lay across the floors of Prince Prospero's soon to be forgotten castle.

As the Red Death, I did not discriminate. Rich or poor, noble or servant, young, old, It didn't matter to me in the slightest. I claimed them all as my own, extinguishing their lives like water on fire with a cruel efficiency. The crimson stains of their blood became a chilling reminder of my presence, a dark but beautiful decoration upon the walls of their once grand palaces.

The people held masquerade balls, hoping to escape their grim reality even for a singular moment. But little did they know that in their hiding, they were merely dancing on their own gravesite. They wore intricate masks to hide their faces, but they could not hide from me.

I delighted in their worthless attempts to elude me. I watched as their masks slipped, revealing the terror in their eyes. I could see the pain within them. They tried to run, but I was always one step ahead, my presence a constant reminder of their mortality.

In the end, there was no escape from my grasp. The Red Death claimed all, leaving behind a kingdom in ruins and silence. The once thriving land now stands still, its people silenced forever. I, The Red Death, had achieved my purpose, reminding people of the fragility of life and the inevitability of their own demise. I exist to be a simple reminder that death is inevitable. No one can escape it, it's written on us the day we are born. We live to die, and that is all.

No matter how rich, noble, smart or wise one may think they are, there is no pass when faced with death...