In all of my long existence, I've beheld the sights of countless anomalies. From the rise of Alkane, to the Great Gods War, and even farther before to the birth of life itself. Through all the eternities I've observed as life beat down upon even the greatest of the great and stole their last breath for itself. I've walked alongside our worlds greatest legends, watched as every creature bowed before their soul, heard as they were all bestowed the title of 'God', waited with baited breath as they all rose to power and fell from its grand pillar. Grand stories rose in the wake of their daring feats, but none of them were as strong as the legends portrayed. They all sought for my power to become the best and the strongest, so I humored them, but once blinded by fame and glory, they forgot of their promises. Not one of them remembered the feats I did for them, but I remember every, single, one, of them. Throughout all of existence my tales never been told correctly, for I am the king and they my pawns. I hold their fate on thin strings rapped around my claws, awaiting for the chance to unleash my twisted game upon my opponent. The only reminisce of my soul is the half true stories told to restless pups refusing sleep, tales borne from blood and lessons well taught. While their names are carved in marble mine is forgotten, dragged through the blood and dirt, left tarnished. Even the nightmares got it wrong, they think I enjoyed killing them? No, I LOVED watching as they all died in slow agony. They say life is cruel, but I think the things life creates are crueler, and I cruelest. But that's the intriguing thing about life, it takes, and it takes, and it takes, and never once does it give. In the end I shall stand lone on the blood soaked battlefield, all life annihilated, victorious.
Listen and remember my story. Learn and never forget my name. For I am the creator of your nightmares. I, my dear pawn, am known as Soul Searcher.
-My OC from LegendOfTheDescandants-
They used my vulnerability against me. They used that weapon, to make me accept their stupid idea. And I of course, accepted it, I didn't even know what they were going to do.
They tugged and poked and even shoved their disgusting finger in your wound, just to see you cry. To see you change. No pitty in their eyes. They just continue. They drag you around with metal chains, hit you and turn you into a experiment.
But I had enough of the tugging, the clawing, the moaning, the crying and pleading for them to stop, but simply feeding them with our pain. They turned me into something, that neither do they know what I am.
Their afraid of me, of my reflexes, my strength. I killed a lot of them. They say I have a cold heart, that I don't feel nothing.
That's why they call me:
Death
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Death. A teen girl, pitch black hair, black eyes, white skin. Her height is 5'8. People are scared of her, not just because of her strength but because of they way she kills.
She lived in this hell hole, where they take her to rooms. Examine. Fight. She knows she won't be able to entertain them for long. She decides to run.
Soul. Brown hair as mud, blue eyes as the sky. Hight 6'2. Tanned and toned body. Death's best friend in the hell hole they're in, he's as cold as she is. But shows a bit of sympathy. Well... More than her at least.
He's been there for her, ever since she entered this place of crap. They're the two most feared. As some people say, they're a perfect couple. Killing. Fighting. Cold hearted creatures. Also known as D and S.
Why? That's what your going to find out, joining this adventure with D and S.