Alright it is late but here is the snippet. Warning: what is written below is my property if I find that you reproduced my work without my permission by copy-pasting or any other means I will take legal action. A shadow rippled forward and perched on the railing of the cot. Why wont you take me? Drew screamed to Oblivion. "For I am not the reaper." It groomed its feathers with its long beak. "for you to die by the reaper would be unjust. Nay, you deserve to rot here amongst the rust." "It wasnt my fault." Drew raged as he slammed his fist into the wal his knuckles buckled and broke. Oblivion stepped off the cot talons clacking against the cement floor. "Of course, it never is, is it Drew?" the Raven guise of Oblivion spread its wings and soared into the dark corner of the cel leaving Drew to sob in the corner "Its not my fault." This simple statement turned into a mantra until the day he was released from prison.