Time stood still as I gazed upon my death. Then, black flames burst out of me. I wasn't controlling them – it was not my own power that did this.
I felt a hand on my shoulder as time resumed.
The Ereth screamed in shock and pain as the flames leapt forward, much stronger, and much more powerful than I could have possibly created before.
"What is this?" Her scream echoed as a golden light enveloped her. She raised her hand and stretched her leathery wings, ready to escape.
A figure wreathed in darkness stepped ahead, carrying a large, black scythe with a crystalline blade. My eyes widened – that was…
"This world, or soul, is not yours to take." The familiar voice sounded, speaking clear demonic. The Keeper raised his scythe and with a single, swift move, cut the Ereth's throat. Her hands flailed about for a split second before she collapsed on the ground, lifeless.
