I am the smile of the worm-cleaned skull. I am the regrets of those who remain, and the restlessness of those are are gone. I am the haunt of mausoleums, the god of graves and age, of dust and dusk. I am Myrkul, Lord of Bones, and you have slain my Chosen. But it is no matter. For I am Death. And I am not the end. I am a beginning.