I am the personification of death. The demolishing king of destruction. The name, that does not reveal the soul, shall conquer the heart. You know who I am, not what I am. When death shall call, you call upon me to be graceful, although, I am grim. The fame that has brought me down the corner road, the death that has faded my glory through era's of hostility. I am what war brings, I am what hatred manifest in. My real personality shall not be revealed. I am the only, the last, the existing. For when I shine, I destroy. For when I conquer, I demolish. For when I'm hated, I vanish.
CALL OF ROMA