*a low snarl*

He is dead. I watched him die. I had him there on the floor of the church, I watched him as he bled out... I cut his throat apart myself. I kissed him, I said a prayer, he was dead. He died in front of me and in the eyes of God.

What did I do wrong? Nothing. It is impossible -- I know how to kill a man... Even an Undying One. He is ( Read more... )