Death stalks the backstreets of London in the depths of a bloodred moonlit night. Standing tall in his long hooded cape. Deep red Eyes are t...
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Death stalks the backstreets of London in the depths of a bloodred moonlit night. Standing tall in his long hooded cape. Deep red Eyes are the only thing visible under his hood. His scythe carried like a massive walking stick in one hand, in his other hand the transparent blue wispy soul of his latest ...