Death/ Mortarna

There was one who could help me achieve this feat: Mortarna, the weeping angel that brought death to these pitiful little men things.
   He lived at the edge of the universe, where dragged the restless souls of the dead to live in their shrivled little husks.
   I journeyed there in a few miliseconds and entered the cave. Ethirial powers where useless here for the dead would snap their fetched jaws around your gullet and remove the continueation of time from existance.
   That's the reason I exist: to carry time into the future and bring the future to a full circle. I understood everything that humans couldn't, But understood nothing of there little afflictions to small fury things. Beside the point. Mortarna awaited me...

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