To his right knelt one of the men he despised the most, draven darkstar also known as 'hand of god', draven was tall and imposing, his chest was as wide as a table and his arms as big as a barrel, he had crimson eyes that seemed to look down on everyone his gaze fell upon, he square jaw was clean shaven.
Draven was the second shepherd to be recruited and also the youngest of them all, grim reaper knew him when he was just a scruffy little kid with a fierce look in his eyes and rags for clothes but time had transformed that fierce look into a proud one and the rags into black leather that made grim reaper wonder how he managed to relieve himself in such tight clothes.
