Wars have been dragging on and on. Years on years we fought, and what did we get in return? Hatred, death, chaos... There is only one who could help us now...

You were walking around the block one late night, and heard a scream. Though it was suddenly stopped... And out came a tall thing covered in black, a scythe in hand. Wings unfurled and what appears to be a dark halo over its head. What the hell..?