THE FOUR REASONS TO DIE sentinel chronicles #2

'I am he who must bring the death of the other, my blood will quench the last ray of hope and my life force, dark it is, shall reign in place of balance. I am what will continue to be, for my life is yours for the taking and my will, immeasurable to what is required of me, but before I grace the altar, I present my innermost desires, for my lips cannot speak but mother nature hears,' he paused as he fell to his knees.
'It is done,' he proclaimed and at that moment, Ezrael reverted to his true form of a god, towering high in the throne room.
'Corvus occulum corvi non eruit,' Ezrael pronounced, dragging his soul out of the messenger, by means of his eternal flame, leaving nothing behind to decay.
'A sacrifice well laid, a sacrifice well received. The bounty has been proclaimed, and the horde of death shall rise until the last hope as we all know is vanquished and the flame of hope reverted to dance in the dark,' he proclaimed in a loud voice.
'Felix culpa, I pray the end may be, for ex nihilo nihil fit,' he shouted, as he turned, advancing towards his throne.
'When the red moon dances with the green moon,' he continued, 'we shall ride to fulfill the voice of nothing, vox nihili.'
'Vox nihili.'
'Vox nihili.'
'Vox nihili.'
The wraiths shouted in a voice of death as limbo was once again revived to life.
'Vox nihili,' said he who sat.