(supernatrual project)

I turned the ancient and brittle looking iron key and opened the the darkened wooden door of old.

To my horror I saw a pale white skeletal horse with ominous, otherworldly pale blueish green flames coming out of its eye sockets and engulfing its hooves as well, it's skin looking like a horrifying milky white leather suit that was stretched over its body...everything about it screamed strange and unnatural. It was standing in the middle of the room that suddenly became impossibly large...seemingly stretching on for an eternity.

On top of the pale, skeletal horse sat a man, NO, a monster, who greatly resembled his horse. Pale white skin stretched over a skeletal thin body, and strange milky white eyes that would look more natural on a long dead corpse, staring deep into my pure golden ones as if searching for something in my near everlasting soul, with the ghost of a smug smirk playing on his thin, pale lips. His jet black waist length hair was the only dark thing about him, a weird contrast to his otherwise bland and colorless form.

he was wearing only pale blue, nearly white pants and a cloak that looked like it had been sewn with the tormented souls of the dead into the colorless material that was billowing in a nonexistent wind.

the pale rider, the wraith, he who hunts in the night, the price that all men pay. He has many names throughout all of space and time but only one name is nearly as well known and feared as the entity itself is, Death

he stepped off his pale horse and lifted up one of his boney leathery hands and just stared at it. “Its been a long time since i last had too take a mortal form to hunt someone down, i almost forgot how...limiting these shells really are”

here he was, in that moment i realized that i was a nothing more than a caged mouse running in a little maze of their making. I can never run from them no matter how far i run

But I was hoping I could hide just a little bit longer and maybe get off this hunk of rock and run to another galaxy or if i would have been lucky i could have gone to another universe entirely.

They banished me just because I killed one little arrogant, hate filled group of evil mortals... (Maybe a planet or two of them)...but they wouldn't listen to my pleas of just doing my job and punishing the wicked….and those planets lost themselves to the evil of the nameless one long ago….i was just cleaning up a mess they didn't want too clean. They grew lazy and when i tried to continue to do the work we were supposed to do. They made me fall. They locked me out of heaven…and if that wasn't bad enough they tainted my wings, runes of pain, wickedness, banishment were carved into each feather turning my once radiantly golden glowing pure white wings into warped, demonic versions of what they once were, each feather now looks more like a slimy tentacle than the feathers that they should be and ceaselessly drips blood, as a way of saying im a murderer and my very essence is stained with their “innocent” blood