They say you're never truly ready for Death until it's staring you down, its cold, bony fingers outstretched and scratching against your fragile mortality. 
I thought I was ready the day my own mother tried to kill me. Perhaps I was ready the moment I was born. 
But as I peer into the chilling void of Death, breath shallow and heartbeat sluggish, I know that it can't end like this. I was made for a purpose. 
And that purpose is Legion. 
Now that we're fighting the battle of our lives, a war that could eliminate mankind, I see that purpose as clear as the whorls of dark ink etched in his skin. 
Realms are colliding. Alliances are forming. And my heart is being torn in two. 
I know the code the Se7en live by. 
Kill one to save a million. 
But maybe it's not me who was meant to die. 
Maybe it's the man I thought I could save...the man who once saved me. 
The man I was created to kill.