Centre-ville, Capitale
John Silverton
Tout le chaos qui les entoure.
C'est comme une peste.
Et ça ne ferait qu'empirer à partir de là.
Une grande piscine d'abîme pur, semblait se former à partir de rien. Pooling et festering, une mauvaise odeur résonnant. Les thermomètres ont augmenté, puis il est venu. La mort est l'homme de la main droite. Il est lentement né de la piscine de la mort, et comme la piscine s'en allait, il a créé la sienne sous lui-même.
"Maintenant c'est gentil et dandy. Le grand homme d'en haut est venu dire bonjour. Eh bien, le père d'en-dessous accueille ce nouveau monde à bras ouverts."Il remarque les démons repoussant les œufs et les sourires, puis sourit carrément. Des idiots.
Un coup de tonnerre venait de la périphérie de la ville. Il regarda pour voir ce qui s'était passé, et vit un ange frappé dans le sol, et riant audiblement.

"Hé Balthazar, tu vois ça? Je n'ai jamais pensé que ce vieil homme ferait quelque chose comme ça. Tu t'es vraiment bien débrouillé ici." Il a commencé une marche à la périphérie de la ville, il s'est senti saint là. Pourtant, lors d'une inspection plus poussée, tout se sentait trop saint, mais il garda son chemin, faisant son chemin là avec la vitesse d'un cyclomoteur. Il est vite arrivé pour voir un archange se battre contre les envahisseurs de l'enfer.
"Oh pas si vite intelligent." Il a lâché un rugissement fougueux. Les imps semblaient gagner encore plus de pouvoir qu'auparavant, ce qu'ils avaient déjà beaucoup. Il a chargé à l'archange et a laissé sortir plusieurs balançoires et slashes. Il s'est arrêté. Quelque chose s'est évanoui dans ses yeux, et son épée a commencé à frapper et écraser avec le feu de l'enfer lui-même soutenant chaque balançoire. "Ha. Pas si puissant maintenant, hein?"Il l'a bien regardé, et a dit, "Tu sais, je n'ai jamais aimé les anges. Toujours si 'nuit dans une armure brillante.'"  La seconde, il dit cela, il chargea de son bouclier, attendant d'entendre le son oh si satisfaisant de quelqu'un étant empalé et puis, le réconfortant "bump" sur le bouclier.
John Silverton
Nickname
Death's Right Hand Man
Age
187
Class
Death Knight
Race
Death's Spawn

Appearance
17 feet tall, 700 pounds of raw evil some say. A hulking, lumbering large mass. Very 'human-like' hands, yet very long nails. Long, silver hair. Very greasy and matte. Usual attire of iron leggings, large clasped cloak. Large bag of iron rings resembling a chain mail vest underneath. Large, iron helm, engraved with the final words of the most sinful souls. Horns on the side, small eye holes.

Personality
John kept his personality, even after the transformation. Extremely low voice. Very intimidating at first, and will not go along with anyone who isn't a demon themselves. Once talking though, he usually keeps to himself. If you do get him to get talking, John is very logical and quite funny. Very dark and satirical jokes are a strong suit. Once a goal has been set for John, he will let nothing get in the way of that goal.
Notable Skills
Intimidation: Because John is so large, it takes quite a large amount of willpower to get past the large appearance and mind shattering battle roar of him. Sometimes causes people of small will to go running the other way. Because of his size, he is very slow, and if against a trained opponent, most attacks can be dodged.
Battle Roar: Since John is usually in the middle of a large attacking force, his roar became a sense of confidence of the troops. Anyone within range of it gains a major morale boost.
Incredible Strength: Because of John's size and Death's transformation, he has gained major strength, enough to move his massive tower shield and Ultra-Greatsword.
Primal Rage: If beaten enough without getting a hit in, will "transform" inside. Letting out a terrible screech, and dropping all handheld equipment. Will become extremely erratic, unpredictable, and much quicker. Attacking only with his bare hands, swiping at anything that moves. Any damage taken during this though, is improved an extraordinarily large amount. Very susceptible to mind attacks as well.
Harnessing Death's Elements: Can imbue his sword with pure darkness, hell's fire, or a combination if need be. Darkness seeps from his being and covers the ground around him.
Death's Transformation: With John's incredible strength, he can hulk his sword around with the technique of a master. He was made to be this way by Death. His Eternal Protector
Equipment
Death's Ultra-Greatsword
Forged from the deepest depths of hell, this blade was made to do one thing. Kill. It can be imbued by it's one master, John, to increase it's killing potential. It is always with John, a constant reminder to what he did in his past, and what he is tasked to do. It's points on the end are used to impale people on the ends during swipe attacks. Material is the same as John's Armour and shield. 
Corrupted Angel's Sheild
One one of John's first battles, angels invaded hell, and he was tasked with the many to fight them back. One of them held a holy shield. Since he lacked one, he took it, and almost immediately, it was corrupted with his evil, and changed to the massive tower shield it is now. The spikes are used to impale as well when shield bashing an opponent. Used to block arrows and other types of ranged attacks. Can be imbued with the same types of things as the sword to repel enemies from John, and repel holy magic projectiles.
History
Since John was a child, he was always popular, whether it was in school or any type of socialization. He always bullied anyone he could. One fateful day, when he turned 19, he killed a fellow classmate, and got away with it. From then on, he descended to darkness. When he turned 30, he killed more and more. He ate them. Skinned them. Hung them. He began to pray to the devil and death for their sweet relief. 17 years later, he got what he wanted. Death came right to him, and brought him to hell. Death transformed John to be a killing machine then and there. For the next 150 years of his life, he fought as Death's right hand man. One day, he was tasked with coming up to Earth, and was tasked with helping kill all the angels their, and liberating all souls who did not bow down to the power of Satan.