It is a natural part of existence, an inevitable end of the line that we all must face?

It is an aberration, a cruel and broken fate that for eons humanity has tried and failed to overcome?

Or is it something in between? Where the young and foolish treat every trace with fear and anger but the old and wise welcome it home with a smile upon their faces?

Older than creation itself, it has shattered empires, consumed worlds and broken the most powerful creatures in existence with a mere whisper to the point time itself bends to its every whim.  

You can run, you can hide. You can create barricades of power, sheath yourself in the auras of gods themselves but it won’t matter.

Regardless how it is described or mentioned or seen, IT comes for every living creature.

Now the question is Grimmy, are we talking about the latest avatar of Death or something much greater?

You stride in here, alongside the latest steed of ruin and think you are the most powerful thing in existence. You heard the wings of the Valkyrie, felt the power in the scorn of the tsunami, even sensed the flutter of purest darkness and thought you could do better. 

That you can avoid their pitfalls and stay pure and neutral like an aspect of death you believe yourself to be.

But the thing is Reaper, you’re going off the false understanding that neutrality will succeed. Because you have the misfortune of facing off against the one thing none of you ever understood.

In your pathetic minds,everything you faced had…has a beginning and an end. Because bodies can be destroyed, minds can be wiped, and identities can fade but we are not mere flesh and bone.

We are an ideal that you can never erase, we are the very primordial ooze that began life itself.

And we are here to consume what is ours.

Just like you, we have had aspects in the past but they were foolish, arrogant, selfish. Just like you, our aspects were consumed by corruption and greed, their mortal forms unfit to harbor the power they were gifted. Because unlike you, we have learnt from their mistakes.

We do not seek to create the fluttering of darkness, we are not a mere Virus fueled by the absence of reason, we have no need for anger or vengeance and we certainly have no venomous intentions behind our words.

We only seek to be whole once more…by any means necessary. And you Grim may be the only thing that can try to stop us. But you won’t.

Because It is not our time to pass, because you cannot pick and choose who to destroy. 

Because the power needed to erase entropy is more then you could control.

Because we are inevitable. 

But we don’t need to exert ourselves, we just need to make you hesitate. Make you question yourself, ponder your reason and then my Pale Rider, you will be by my side like you always were meant to be. 

And then the thrumming of the engine won’t be the heralding of Death

But the welcome arms of the Family.