Mortus Sanctus Unus.. The Secret is how to Die..!! Muwhahaha..
I gazed down at a human skull cradled in my palms. The skull was hollow, like a bowl, filled with bloodred wine.
Drink it, I told myself. You have nothing to fear.
'May this wine I now drink become a deadly poison to me... should I ever knowingly or willfully violate my oath.'
To die in a world without becoming
aware of the meaning of that world is
like wandering about in a great library
without touching the books.