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Have you ever been so scared to die? Well I was.Til that day when I was to sick and the doctors said I was not going to servive. As I drifted away, something dreadful started to grow in my mind.This scent of death I smelt all around. My room disappeared, lying in front of me was a dirt road.The unstoppable darkness laying on my path. As I walk down to the vally of the shadow of death I couldn't see nothing only smoke. Walking further into this doomed place, I was to come to a city of demons, servants of the Under lord, walking down the destroyed road. I see ripped apart bodies of children, women, men, and others I was not sure what is actually was. Building burnt down, fires here and there still burning. Coming closer to the destination that my body longed for,looking up at the enormous building,the pentagram right in the middle, eighteenth century french doors, windows all over the place. The building was burnt but still standing.As I walked in the smell of rotten flesh up-setted my stomach. Bones and skulls stuck inside the walls for support, walking down the hall to the big doors of the ball room at the far end of the room the Lord sat there waiting for me to come closer, bowing down, I glare into his red blood shot eyes, feeling my breath shorten. He lifted his hand slowly for me to rise. Standing face to face with Him. I couldn't help but stare at his beauty. Pale skin, red rose lips, smile so perfect,his softend brown eyes, his long black hair, hanging over his shoulders,his body so fixed.Who would have guessed the under lord was so gorgeous. He caught me off guard as he took me into his arms and held me close to him, his scent didn't smell of death nor burning flesh but of a hint of wine. Looking deep into my soul I felt if i was being torn apart lime from lime, the screaming in my head, the cries of children,screaming of men and women, images of all sorts of pain, tears flooded my eyes, as I held dearly to him. I screamed feeling as if he stabbed me, gripping tightly my soul and ripping it out. I felt my body dying on me. My body start to shiver, my eyes lost its sight, I fought it until, I only saw darkness, my voice box was ripped out by the very own lord himself, I felt blood spill all over my gown, my lips stung as I gasped for air, feeling a sharp sensation on my neck, as if someone sewed it up. He gently dent down and whispered in my ear that I was his for eternity, and that my soul was locked away deep down inside his dark damned heart. In my mind I was so afraid of this to happen, but when I really look at it, its not that bad. I served the lord for centuries,there came a time where he almost sent me away for disobeying him, loosing my sight and voice was hard to get used to.