Cursed the Prince of Dark and Death. The demon that reigned on blood and fear... Forever to roam the ever changing fluid world as an eternal nightmare. The immortal Prince of hate and malice... the only thing that remains of the long lost hollowed out kingdom... the only TRUE remnant of the old ways... the old magic... the pure magic. The magic that made the Dragon Witches in his armies fearsome creatures indeed. Magic that made the roses bloom black and purple with every step he took. Magic that made the world shake at the very sound of his commanding voice. Not even the gods control him. Devils quake and shiver in his very presence. Spirits bend the knees at a single glance of those amber eyes. They say he can never die. Cursed to live with the weight of his sins like a million cinder blocks chained to shackles around his ankles. How else do you pay for the sins of a trillion innocent lives? How else do you repent for the murder of your one true love? How else do you atone for a kingdoms destruction? "Rest not young prince on your bed of nails. Your time is not yet done. For if you sleep your day away you'll miss all the fun. The lives that faded... The blood that spilled... You'll pay for every drop. You'll watch the ever changing world as your forced to rot. So rest not young prince and reap what was sewn. In a world that left you behind, all you be is a man never truly able to atone. Weep not my sweet angel... my dear demon prince of dark and death. For you know in your heart you deserves this pain until your final breath." #1- powersau