The sounds of bones cracking under a dark figure's feet with every step. A lantern lit the path created by the bones stored away on the lowest floor of the catacomb. No one has ever been down here either lost or died trying to get out. But also there was a dark secret. This very floor held the gate way to hell itself and walking the bone path was someone who knew darkness more then anyone of thing, Nex.<br/><br/>An angel of darkness and death, she knew everything about darkness. She was as old as life itself. She was responsible for collecting the souls of humans to be judged to either go to heaven or hell. But because of her network of dark angels she personally called 'reapers' she was able to get her job done without even needing to be there. She sees her job as a work of art that should be respected as such. She released morals from their human prisons to enjoy the glory of heaven or suffer in hell.<br/><br/>Unforunately all the other angels seem to disagree. Calling her kind evil and fallen angels. Especially the Light angels, so respected and loved by all. Why couldn't she experience the same? She was just as old and her job was more important, in her opion. Someone had to do it and she was given the task.<br/><br/>Her long ebony black hair seemed to have glow even in total darkness. Her eyes were dark, but still had a shine in them. Her snow white pale skin could never tan. She wore a long cloak like dress that fogged along with her black feathered wings. She carried a long Scythe with skulls decorating the head piece and a long sliver blade that could slash and cut through anything, often used for taking souls.<br/><br/>Finally she reached a blank stone wall. This was the portal, or at least where it would be. She waited for the others to eventually show up so she could explain their job and get them inside of hell itself.