Posted on June 17, 2015July 13, 2015 by Nathaniel GrayThe Friend of Death The Friend of Death The corners of his mouth curled up into a smile. They didn’t stand a chance, and they knew it. He was the assassin, no longer of just the kingdom, but of the empire. He was the master. Killing was his element, and among the murderers, he reigned. Share this:TweetMoreShare on TumblrEmailLike this:Like Loading...