The winds howled as the night was shrouded in clouds. The trees brushing against the window of a bedroom that's filled with candle light where a large ceremonial summoning circle stands in hope for the God of Death shall come unless it was nothing but a myth told in the threads of the Dark Web.

At the stroke of midnight, came a gust of wind, blowing out the candles as black wings unfolded in the shadows and eyes as blue as ice peering through the shadows, staring at the one who summoned him.