After The Dark, a Story of the Father of Lies.

I lifted the knife. Why not? He had been cheated out of all but death itself but cheating. His life might as well end where it was, before it sank further into the plague that was power. He brought the gun to his neck.

As his fingers began to firm around the sharp blade that would be his demise, the door opened. Hoping for some miraculous excuse to drop the knife and continue living, he paused.

A fully armed figure stepped out. His armor twas bloodshot red, with a non reflective black hood over it that left his face hidden. Beside him stood a pale horse and greatsword. He, or it rather closed the door silently and turned to meet him.

A red, bony skull looked eyelessly at him. After that, all was black.
-End of Introduction-
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