When he took his first life, he thought he knew death.
Knew what it meant to feel a pulse die out,
what it meant to see the blood flow from slit veins onto the cold, linoleum floor,
what it meant to watch the light fade from eyes, so unfamiliar and yet, so known...
But he didn't.
Not until he became death itself.
And as the eerie chant preyed upon his lips,
as the foreboding call of the Earth quaked underneath his feet,
as the darkness took hold of his heart and turned his blood black like ashes...
Chuuya thought he knew death.
But as it turns out…
He still doesn't.