Alexander lay on his deathbed, two doctors peered down upon him. He was on his last leg, or so they had said. Much blood seemed to have been coughed up recently, plastering the inside of a small bucket that was next to the bed. As his last breath was given, the room became quiet, and then ever so softly a light began to illuminate at his chest just above his heart. Each of the doctors were amazed at this sight, but soon their faces changed from shock to fear as they could feel their very souls being plucked from their bodies. Each of the young men fell to the floor with a lifeless gaze that peered out into the walls of Alexander's home. Ever so slowly he would adjust himself and sit upright, feeling much better than before.
"Ah that feels wonderful, I should of taken my fathers advice before now and used this." As he placed a hand on his chest a small black circle a sort of tatoo was now across his breast and seemed to make a symbol that was not complete. "Don't want to overuse it however, something bad might happen."
As he stood and adjusted himself the two men rose to their feet and knelt behind Alexander. "Our souls for the undeath." As they spoke a smile cracked across his lips and he waited, "This should make things a bit more intresting."
