His head blinded by the ideas around him, surrounded by his many councel men, attempting to get his attention as he remains dull in the face..
" Your all fired, get out.." His voice thickend not bothering to even glance at the group of crows over his shoulders with there evil thoughts in there heads what shall they do..
He now stood at the edge of the window looking over the 75 acres of land he had purchased from a dead follower of his own for a mild 500k.. Golden the grass blows one way the trees hanging from there limbs children roam practicing arts of many he had taught them, a smile ran across his face that moment and would never return..
His hands grasped along a blade curved with a dangling chain hung a dark scroll locked tight all around He had slaugtered the people harming him at the age of 4 he was no more the child he was unrecognized roaming the streets looking down to his people all around him giving him looks of caution and fear, had he been betrayed he stood in the middle of the road as those paused he looked up seeing his father tall with a long lock of hair running down the side of his hide striking at him with both fists.. he pondered after the countless strikes and struck him in the chest removing the mask breaking and burning the seal on his arms the shape of a mountain curved inward and a hill with a gullotine, he was Once Nitexym but his people now called him Yama Lord of Death..
Yama The Calm Community Member 
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