Imagine eternal night; light that never filters through, just complete and utter darkness all around your very being. Now, imagine a cold, winter-swept morning, a day that could have been comparatively normal to any other day. However, look all around you, look at those who line the streets, making their way to their next destination, or the vehicles driving along the streets. Do you see, just a block up, where a vehicle crash occurred, the front end of the automobile bent and shaped around a lamppost? Or how about that other vehicle just a few meters away that had spun out of control and slammed into a car just now? Envision those who were driving those vehicles and how they felt as they lost control of the very thing that held their life in its hands? A mist, now, is closing in on them, a mist that only they are able to see, that will lead into the eternal night for them.
The eternal night is not just another night; the eternal night is the darkness that you see just before your death. It's a misty haze that coats over your eyes, leading you softly into the afterlife so that you may no longer feel pain. You never know when that misty haze sets in until your last moments, where you stare before you into the oncoming darkness. A scary process indeed, but imagine a world where no pain can be felt and where you do not have to fear dying because you're already dead. This is the world of the eternal night, the Mist of Death, and where the very personification of the mist happens to live. She is a haunting presence, a weeping and emaciated-looking being, down on her knees and covered in dirt. Bloody tears trickle down her face, but a closer look shows not a face of sorrow, but a grinning and delighted face.
You see, the Mist of Death, is a scary thing, not because of the unforetold future that lies ahead of you, but of the woman there. She is a menacing creature, despite the sorrow and pitiful look she displays; a wicked and wretchful woman. The Mist of Death, she must be kept at bay at all costs, or she will leave her domain to take what she pleases. Once she leaves that place, there will be no turning back from the future that is about to unfold for everyone. And that woman? She has left the confines of her domain, where she was trapped by the crucifix of the gods. Oh, and is she angry, and she will take what she wants in revenge for what the gods have done to her. That Mist of Death will come and sweep over the land until all that have seen it will fall to the ground and enter her world.
Beware the Mist of Death, the hanging fog that creeps over your eyes just before you fall asleep into what could be eternal slumber. She is out and about in the living realm, but her true form is hidden beneath that of a disguise of a wanton beauty. No one will know until it is too late that the Mist of Death has come for them to take what has been taken from her. This wanton beauty she hides behind cries black and blood tears from her eyes and is pale like Death has touched her. But she is not afraid to hurt those who come near her, reaching out for help toward them when they near, only to take their soul. Shiver not at the knees, but stand tall and brave the Mist of Death that is coming for you, and do not keep your guard down. Just as any other, she is a creature of night and will come for you when you least expect it and when you are at your most vulnerable.Evidence of Completion