Art/Un-named/Story © me 2010

Constructive criticism is welcomed

Story:

In the darkness corner of the underworld among the shadows,

he was summoned back to life as an undead creature made of fleash and bone. He takes a deap breath for the first time on many centuryes and looks around in the darkness, noticeing two dark purple eyes in the shadows that are looking straight at him. Eyes that belongs to the one who summoned him from his grave and who ever it may be, he is going to serve this person as it's personal slave. Either he want it or not. Never shall he hear his real name, or he will get free from his master to do whatever he wish to do.