this will be the perfect equally peaceful graveyard of death and rot,all forgotten under a mountain of ash.
Floating out in to the moonlight his true form a shadowy figure with clawed slim long fingers that resemble bone,
hooded in black smoke ,
his horror like face adorned with too large crimson eyes that seam to pulse with fresh blood,lidless and never blinking.
Adorn with a chasm like mouth with never ending rows of thousand fang like teeth long as fingers,sharp as wicked blades.
He has been called many things over time ,the demon ,the nightmare,death it self ,and he was all those
things no doubt of that ,his smoke shadow wings tremble and spread wide the need to feed on a core deep level fulled him ,as all the souls
in him start to scream in terror knowing the end for many is here before the night is out.That the Sun is the only hope to
stops him from taking more,to pull him back from consuming the world.
Basking in the glory of there screams the monster floats down the street and everything starts to wither
away rotting and dying ,it could not be stopped or fixed.For when a wraith came it's touch left nothing behind.
Lifting his distorted horror face to the moon a multi voice hiss resembling a half moan escaped as tendrils of smoke spread