::Risen from his grave, rebornfromthe darkness where he had been banished only months before, yet it seemed like an eternity in hell.He dusts off his suit, straing at the cuts in the fabric from his fight. He cannot remember why he had fought her, but it seemed like someone else was in control, someone who sought to stop him, sought to end the darkness. He smiles a dark smile, turning to see Ulaine.::
Buried in the HellHole of my birth.
::Altin turns from Ulaine, coming face-to-face with a Valadyrian Soldier. The man's eyes are wide, his mouth agape, and his body trembling in fear. In one fell move, he is rend in twain by Altin's strong hand, his body falling in both directions. Blood, spattered across Altin's face, seems to seep into his skin, resotring his youthful appearance, from the dried out, wrinkled corpse-like appearance of death. His hair, having fallen out while he was dead, grows back, black as the night, his eyes, milky white, change into the golden red of his true self. Eyes, blinded by past, now see clearly, and see the truth of the world. See that it deserves death, the sins of man are too great.The immortals hold a burden, the burden of man's sins on their shoulders, unfairly burdened by it.::
Subject: The Hellsung Hero 
Fri Nov 16, 2007 9:30 pm