Spider-like thread flowed out of your fingertips as you created a deer from the thin material, it went fast, but it was perfect. The deer faded into nothing as you finished, appearing on Earth.
Several arms grew from your large form, allowing you to weave many lives simultaneously.
A freezing cold filled your domain, the air thickened and a smell of death wrecked. He was here, Keegan, the taker of life. His cocky and arrogant behaviour flowed off him like thick fog.
He dressed in an armour constructed of bones. The lower part of his face was made out of bone with sharp teeth, the bone faded into skin at the upper part of his face.
“If it isn’t my favourite seamster,” he spoke in a smug voice and leaned down to your sitting form. With an annoyance in your voice, you questioned why he was there.
“Not enough people are dying, and it’s boring,” he groaned. With a glint of mischievousness in his eyes, he grabbed the human you were making, killing it.
A smirk played on his lip when he saw your angered expression. “Awwh, did I hit a nerve?” He cackled loudly, due to the lack of entertainment, he decided to provoke you.