"The old man, the old man, he dies, he dies tonight~ Why not sooner, why not sooner? Oh! Oh! He'll die toooooniiiiight~"

A massive stag staggers along on a path to the ruins, each movement seeming to contort and twist his grotesque image further and further. His face is covered by a white skull, not marked with blue paint, but with blood filled veins which loop threw his eyeholes and the mask's mouth. On the left side of his face, three red eyes could be seen, and on the right side, one empty eye socket exists to spew blue flame. Massive antlers stretch out for the night sky, like many dead and skeletal hands, each with five grotesque fingers. Behind him, a long serpent of a tail writhes like a beast all its own, leading to a massive hand, which snaps its fingers behind its body.

"Kill, kill, kill the old, the old the old. I'll be the reaper, the reaper is me~" he sings, twisting between trees and nearly dancing as he staggers along to his own song. He begins to fall into a wild fit of laughter, effectively leaving him to collapse onto his side in mania. "The blood I'll SPILL, his blood I'll SPILL." he roars, giggling like some kind of child afterwards.


At the ruins, the six eyed grave keeper tiredly works at digging a new grave. His shackles clatter and clank with every digging movement, thick metal cutting into his forelocks with every movement, letting blood drip steadily out of his fetlocks. He turns his head away from the grave after a moment, and glances around. His long ears twitch uncomfortably, picking up odd sounds on the wind. "Hnn... That should be enough." he grunts to himself, and walks away from the upturned soil. With only a few paces, he reaches the gravesite of his beloved, and sits protectively beside it. "There is... evil in the air... Lagho." he rasps, looking wearily at the grave beside himself.