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Chatper one

Death is but a panoramic, and I am the cure. -Doctor Chipherous, 1234

Dear Journal, I have found that after many tests, I have been given a new power, one of immense force, one to not be taken lightly, the power of immortality. After many years of testing I have been unable to find a cure for this curse I was bestowed upon those years ago, the years when I had messed with dark forces. These dark forces should have never been trifled with, and now I regret my decision on trying to get ahold and grasp their power; how ever, I have gotten a very possible thought as to how I should cure myself from this immortality. I shall record my findings as I do every night.

-Ríchαrd.D.Cíphєrσuѕ
Time and Date: 2:45 p.m. March 23rd, of 1340.

I finish writing in my book with my Inkwell and Quill, and with that I carefully close it and make sure the binding holds well as I normally do every night upon writing in it. Gently setting the now closed book into my drawer of my desk, I gently get up, and turn to look at my closet.

Softly sighing, I walk to the closet and gently open it. Upon opening the closet, I now am able to see my chem lab. "Well... best to get to work I suppose" I softly shake my head, raising my hand and softly rubs my forehead at the same time feeling rather unhappy at the moment. I walk forward and begin to work on the possible cure that might save me from my curse of immortality and allow me to finally die like a normal human being.

Gently pouring compounds together and into one small vial I hear a faint buzzing in the room, so I carefully set my work down and look around the the dark, dimly lit room. "Must have been a fly.." shrugging lightly and raising my eyebrow in suspicion of the source. I head back to work and resume the Cure I have longed for quite awhile. Finally pouring in the last compound I nod and let out a deep, quiet, but yet luxurious sigh of accomplishment on what I have done, hoping this will work as intended. "Well, now I just have to wait about two days." I say with anticipation running in my voice and excitement riddling my teeth.

I carefully and gently take off my clothing and get into my night attire, and softly drift off into sleep for it was night. A dark beautiful, twinkling night of the stars that shine brightly and seem through out my window and into the room, just barely illuminating it for eyesight. The lantern I had used for work over by my Chem lab was now put out for it would be very unwise to let it burn through out the night; unwatched, and just as that was taken care of, so was the door to the closest and my secret panel that allows access to said Lab.

[Time skip, The date: October 24th, 1348...one year after the outbreak]

[Location: Richard Desmond Cipherous's Lab]

It has been eight years since I have been searching for the cure to my curse, I once thought I had found it, but I was dead wrong, unfortunately figuratively in this case.. I look around out my window seeing the pain and suffering that my "Cure" has done I softly sigh and rest my hand on the delicate and well sealed, window sill. "Damnit! I thought I had the cure! Almost! Maybe there was something wrong in the mixture? No..I wouldn't do that maybe it was just something else.." I say rather angered on the fact that I have failed and yet caused a major problem, although fascinated by the fact on the disease I have made.

I carefully close my eyes and sigh. "I wish I could just find the cure, although, I am rather pleased by the results that did par-take in this catastrophic disease." I say with sorrow but yet compassion, and curiosity. Feeling a faint chill in my bones I carefully turn and look around, and my eyes lightly widen from surprise, but yet what may be joy for seeing who has appeared. The new man is tall, bold, very muscular and yet what seems to be decade somewhat, his rib cage is visible through the rotted flesh creating a whole to show what he looks on the inside, his lungs are corroded and oozing it of his rib cage and gently dripping down his pale, sickly looking skin and surprisingly there is no smell of rotting, just the pure indisputable smell of Death.

His face is covered by a thin bone like mask, seeming to hopefully block what his decaying face really looks like. His lower jaw just barely falls under the mask's protective cover from eyesight, how ever to a trained eye you are able to make the difference between his chin and the mask itself. His eyes, his powerful yet quiet light blue eyes, are vibrant and curious, careful but wise, alert but relaxed, seeming to contradict themselves just in a glance.. "wow, I didn't know that eyes could be hypocrites as well." I think to my self quickly and lightly, filled with curiosity and wonder.

Dismissing the thought just as it came, I look to his back and see a handle protrude the view of my door. I follow the handle imagining as to where it would lead, and I see a blade that is curved, just right to show the use of it is to reap giving away who this person is immediately just by one glance at the scythe like weapon that lays with prominence and ready for battle. "Death, what a wonderful surprise to see you here" I say raising the inner side of my left eyebrow just lightly enough to show my curiosity as to why death has decided to visit me.