I will force my enemies into hiding in the shadows, they will claw toward the light, hungering for redemption that will only come in the howl of terrible suffering.

They will know enmity, bitterness, the wrenching agony of the one splintering into the many, and then they will join the promised land, gathered on the wings of Death.

I am the herald of the apocalypse, I am the harbinger of death.