Lucas, You've Never Come to Me

Mury, never on death. That's just rude. Oasan more wyd, i want wat. But in what reality have we died? Because we were still here? Ye, that's it. I've been wrestling with that one myself. He's getting angrier as he is, like counting up your tally. And as he gets angrier, his form is starting to change. His black robe is growing longer, and it's fraying and billowing out behind him. The face is turning gaunt until it's simply a red eyed skull. And he's got his hand outstretched, and a scythe forms in it from nowhere.