He sat on his great throne, with the black stone reflecting the blue light of the flames, along with the skeletons that adorned his throne. Blue flames filled the back of his throne, as cold and icy as the look in his eyes.

While his fingers play with his chin, he stares at the table near his throne from the corner of his eye, his eyes light up when he sees the hourglass filled with black sand. His eyes narrowed sightly as he say

"The time had come... Your time is finally over..."

One of the mortals had caught his attention and he had waited a long time, finally it was time to take the soul. He gets up and walks to the center of the hall, then moves his right hand horizontally and his eyes glow with icy blue flames.

"You're mine."