𐙚⋆˚࿔ 刃 𝜗𝜚˚⋆────୨ৎ────ᯓᡣ𐭩*

Death is a concept and word that inspires fear into those who fear it, but what does it inspire to someone like Blade? Someone who is not afraid of dying a thousand times? Someone that WANTS death, craves for it like a homeless person would crave a home of their own?

It's odd to always be seeking out for the end of your own existence. Sometimes, he wishes that he could take a dive off of a roof and never wake up again. "Nothing he does brings him joy, his fate is devoid of emotions", people would say, "he's been cursed, killed, abandoned, betrayed", no one can bring salvation to the middle aged immortal Stellaron Hunter.

"When will death come for me? My patience is wearing thin," he'd often grumble with his hoarse voice, his arms always crossed over his bandaged chest, probably injured from either self-inflicted wounds or battle.

Death is a warm hug to those who needs it, a warm hug that feels so close yet so far.