A Walk Amung The Darkness, part three

I awake back at the place I'd met death at in the beginning. Death looks at me and points towards this book I see lying on the ground under this decrepit looking tree , no leaves all brown and dead yet still standing . " well that's creepy" I say out loud. Death just looks at me with a cold dead stare as usual. Always contemplating on me. Oh well so I go up to the book pick it up. Looks old like the kind of old that don't exist anymore. It feels like humon skin I think to myself. I turn to death I'm like what the f**k is this. Laughing. Damb u never get a joke or laughter huh. Oh I get laughter says death all cold and no emotion. I bet u do I say. Hey keep me out of your seven chuckles deal. Read the book he says. Okay damb. So I looked at the cover again it looked like some stuff I had seen before yes something out of enochian magic. Yes I have its the sigil for the entire graft. Huh oh well let's see what's inside. So I open to the first page of the book. I start to feel this burning sensation in my hands, Then the book and my hands start glowing. A pain rushed up my arms. What the hell's going on I say loud as I turn to death. He's gone. I turn back and I'm in this never ending darkness. Lost in it. The book still in my hands. Then it starts to merge and crawl up my arms. I feel this carving burning as it etches itself into my skin. Like tattoes going all down my body. Then I start to see flashes of images. Torchered souls and how a soul is born. Every aspect of life and death and in-between start to run through my head I hear loud screams with angels singing in the background. Then I see death rising from under the darkness, becoming himself from the darkness. Being born. Omg I'm watching the making of death himself I think to myself. Theirs angels all around as this figure emerges with dark wings. Rising up as ashes fall from him. It's almost sanding watching this infront of me. Think about it all death knows is pain and loss. So he was born from dead innocents. So I see him rising up as blackness fills the voids around him. Angela cry the earth shakes it's cries for this presence of endless nothing being born it it's Myst. I start to cry couse I now realise I'm feeling all these emotions. Takeing in all he is. His pain becoming me. And me itm as I start to fade in and out from takeing all this pain and knowledge I turn to endless dark thought. Fadeing fadeing.