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...I was a Crusader, fighting Saladin and his army of Heretics to reclaim the Holy Land. After slaying a cohort of escaped armed prisoners, I was suddenly struck in the back by an assailant, the knife sliding quickly and quietly into my spine. As I collapse, barely able to move, I saw the grim figure of Death, rising from the smoke. He told me I shall face eternal damnation for my sins, despite the Bishop telling us Christian soldiers that we are absolved of all our sins from fighting for god. After adding that all whom I love shall be damned as well from me, I rose against death himself, pulling the knife from my back, and facing him in combat. We fought long into the night, however I was victorious, taking the vile specters Scythe after my weapon broke in the melee. I slayed Death with his very own weapon, and with no more Reaper, my soul stayed in my broken body, allowing me to live to save my Beatrice.