an intro to nite's story

And there he lay sprawled out on the cold floor, his blood stained body motionless, and he wasn’t the only one, far from it.  Under the light of the full moon stood one child in the midst of the slaughtered bodies of his friends, family, his entire clan. Blood trickled from his eyes as the moon shone red in the starless sky. And then the darkness  began to swirl around they still child engulfing him without a sound and within the silent darkness, the feathers from the child’s wings were pulled out one by one and disintegrated into the black nothingness.  With all the feathers destroyed, blood trickled down the child’s back, but he did not scream out in pain, his eyes half open, he just seemed to be floating there amidst the darkness. From the wounds on his back, dark leathery wings sprouted and a voice spoke to him from all directions, echoing “..we…ome….o….dea...”

The realm of the gods of death was a rather barren land that is if one lived in the commoner’s quarter. That’s where most of these so called ‘gods’ resided, however living in the capital was luxury. However living there meant one would be of higher class, which in this realm wasn’t easy to achieve if you are of lower status. However there was one who made it there, no one really knows him properly, after all he doesn’t really speak much, he’s given a task to do, and he does it, never has this prodigy ever failed in his duty as a god of death.  After all he is no ordinary god of death, unlike the others, he is not a true god of death, of course not, oh no, he is a fallen angel. And what do they call this fallen angel of death? Nite.