Deimos the Reaper You can't take back the cards you've dealt on this long and lonely road to hell the throne must be such a sad and lonely place The Reaper was many things: naturally, inherently flawed, prone to action rather than eloquence, and damned, consigned to oblivion throughout several lives. However, he also had several virtues, including adamant determination, a strange sense of integrity, and the ability to keep his word (what few he ever proclaimed). At one point it had earned him comrades in arms, fellow citizens baring the same knives, daggers, and cutlasses at his side, akin to friendship in a world now since lost. Presently, it served him as he roamed down the street, another callous, ominous omen, intending to honor his proposal. It wasn’t entirely out of charity – his calculations had been simple: the faster the blacksmith was created and forged, the quicker he’d be able to get his hands on quality weapons. In his occupation, they were a necessity, a lifeline, quick and sudden, abrupt and apathetic, indifferent and nonchalant – a living, breathing, extension of his efforts and designs.
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Photo taken at Hero's Square in Budapest, Hungary