| 'As this monster approaches you, you cannot help but feel your stomach lurch as if trying to escape your body. Your blood itself tingles and turns cold as the stench of death and blood hits your nostrils, causing one hell of an amount of restraint to keep all the contents of your innards down. As the dark spectrums of crimson that surrounds the pitch black slits of the monster's eyes watch the fear come over your face, you've decided that this is it; Death has sent it's highest knight, a proclaimed Queen of Blood, and Death takes no prisoners.' |






