"Do not fear, Death will come quickly for you. I'm afraid it WILL be painful, but that is your punishment for enjoying life. I once had life.. but I was stripped of the pleasure, forced to become this spectre of form before you." An inky black limb moved from beneath the cloak of black, horriby twisted and deformed claws beared. The shadow's face stared sorrowfully at its own twisted form. The glowing red eyes seemed to droop in sorrow and pity, but suddenly snapped up to the quivering form before it. "Enough of this. I have felt pity for myself for three thousand years now. My chance is gone. Now you must die." "NOO!!!! Please, spare my life, oh Great Shadow. Do not take me to Death's palace. Spare me, Master!" "Hmm.. Maybe you are not worthy of Death. Perhaps you should live. Then again, maybe not." The claws slashed out, ripping open the man's gut, his intestines spilling onto the ground. Cries of pain and agony filled the night air as Death laughed silently. Creeping Death [CHAOS CT] '93