Page 5 The soulless stare that was burning its way through me from the inside out coupled with the terrible pain pushing through my veins was more than I was ready for. It continued. Ive been called many things, mr. Richardson. Malach. Ekierk. Harvester of souls. He who makes no promises, save for one. His face became more and more ravaged as a small light bulb hanging over my stone cradle flickered a pale light on the cracks and ripples in his leathery skin. I dont understand, I breathed. He turned to look over his shoulder as he walked away. Who and what I am is not as important as who and what you are, mr. Richardson he spoke. I swear to god, Riley, if this is one of your- and before I could finish the thought even in my head, a sharp curved blade slithered across my neck, and the foul beings face was right next to mine. The creature became enraged with the ghostly flame rising within his eyes. This place shall not bear that name! And neither will I! he scowled. Little did I know, this was to be my most pleasant experience for quiet some time... Like share and comment
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