you met the Angel Of Death, Hallow, you’ve expected a make but rather more, she was a female. She wielded a blade, shattered and connected by constellations, forged by the malevolent souls of hell and the flesh of the fallen ones Greetings, I am Hallow, it is a pleasure to meet your acquaintance. she spoke with a soul shaking yet soft voice What brings you here? In need of guidance to somewhere? Or needing of something else? you wasn’t supposed to see her anyways, but she asked so straightforwardly it felt like she didn’t care.