Immortality without Morality would quickly Become living hell.
Iniquity, a Hot wind, your eyes blur with tears, Your home invaded.
My fangs drip, ready Saliva fills my mouth, moon Full, heavy, hungry
Shamshael descended to the earth wreathed in fire, slamming into the town square. He raised the flaming sword above his head. The crowd surrounding him
Sink or swim, good or Bad, pick your poison, for the Day is coming soon.
Trapped within this shell, Enduring aeons, until Life itself does cease.