As you may wonder why my sudden death, this is something you must read. I was with my friend, Aster, in my insane state, walking along with him… I was thinking… What do I live for? Why should I continue to live.. My actual family died when I was 5… By undead. And for SEVEN…

You may wonder why I am dead… Or how did I die.. If you wonder any of these… You came to the right book… It all started when I was a meer child. I lived in a little village.. Had a loving family, and great friends. But that all changed, when the Undead attacked… Killed…

While I drank one of my test poisons, just enough of a shot not to kill me… I thought. What would happen if Alanor passed on… My alchemy… For nothing… All my years.. Years of life.. All for nothing… Then I thought “What if… What if I made… Another version of me… Like a copy……

The Undead are loose and Iblees may win. His assassins have come to rip off your skin. evil eyes will see you if you try to run. The Undead will get you and laugh like it’s fun. Walk away slow or they’ll tear you apart, And laugh all day long as they rip out your…

I dont believe it… They kicked me out, kicked me out of the Nical guard! How could they? I was their best guard, the rest of them are lazy, intolerent slobs I was the only one who was good, yet they kick me out, as if I was a bag of dirt! I feel like…

I had to watch it, watch my home village get burnt down by bandits, I had to watch them slaugter friends and enemies alike, watch them burn the pigs and animals until they crisped, they scarred me. Mentally, watching the sight of them killing them all saddens me, as I write now I am crying.…

The wierdest thing happened today. Not something like a pink sheep, but someone named Gabriel Ubel walked to our gates, he was very nice, but his last name reminded me of someone… Someone I have at the tip of my tongue, yet cant remember… He is quite wierd, he even has two diffrent colored eyes,…

I lust, not for money, nor fame I lust for power… I will do what it takes to be undead… I drool at the thought of being undead, I must get it I say, No matter the cost, I will make sure I become an undead, and cause terror and watch poor families die before…

The Undead are loose and Iblees may win. His assassins have come to rip off your skin. Evil eyes will see you if you try to stand still. The Undead will get you, for Iblees they kill. Hack ’em up, Chop ’em up, cut ’em to bits Or else they will get you while laughing…

I will get the finest thing my life, the reason I live, Revenge, not for me, but for my parents They were burnt to a crisp by undead, and I had to watch them slowly die by my own eyes when I was 7. I will get it, if I have to kill my commander,…