The world eventually ends, it is simply on time that it depends. The death of one could save a many lives, on this idea many people thrived. I have seen kind oms rise and fall, but not once have a seen one stand proud and tall. I often wondered what it would be like to be mortal again, to succumb to old age and pay for my many sins. I am finally mortal, the fallen angels breath, and now I can begin my final dance with death...
