C96 Death(1)

"I am the god of death. Do you want power?" The voice was still emotionless, and an image suddenly appeared in my mind. Death God Carlisle was clad in a black robe, holding a sickle in his hand. The sickle emitted a pitch-black light, and a pair of black wings that were a little void slowly flapped behind him, bringing with it a deathly aura. "He was clad in the armor of death