"The first breath you take when you are born, and the last you lose when you die. Life and death have but one crossroad, and that is I."
Bishop is the very personification of the ever present struggle between life and death, his very being created from the clash of the two infinite powers. As such, Bishop is a multitude of dark and light persona's all converged into one being. Any normal person with such a curse would surely fall into insanity, if not die outright. But, be it fate, or some other cruel device, Bishop not only survived such an ordeal, but gained dominance over it. It can't be described in words the way that Bishop would act around others, it can only be said that he would act, and while it may or may not be memorable, it shall surely have an effect upon something.
It is said, that on the day when life and death finally meet, a being shall be conceived in the likeness of the perfect world. And he shall bring about either great salvation, or great ruin to the races of man. So it is said....
Stories and legends have been passed down through the ages from tribe to tribe, city to city, tales of a black figure, whose first step upon the land brought forth a plentiful bounty of fruit and plant life, and whose second brought forth plague and death upon the land, destroying the ground, and the people who lived upon it. Of course, these are but tales, stories passed down, now vague with retelling after retelling. But,is it possible that these legends hold merit? Is it possible that such a creature exists in our own time, or any time for that matter? If it is true, is there any possibility of stopping the legends and stories from coming true here and now, or must we humans simply sit back and wait for our own doom to wash over us like a flood? These are questions that I, Willheim Arturius Theniian, have wracked my brain with for almost a decade now. According to the ancient texts, the time of his rising is marked by the appearance of...something. A man, power, evil, the translation is unclear on this point. But, all of those things are abundant in the world we live in. And if those are the signs of his arrival, will he bring light to this world, or will he simply come to finish it off? I am not sure, not anymore, not of anything. My sons have left me to become prosperous, looking down upon my work because of it's poor revenue. But, what if I am the only man who knows the significance of this probability? I should speak to the wanderer who presented me with this book, obviously it was given to me for a reason. I will find him tomorrow, and then I shall decide from there....
W.H.T.
-This was the last recorded message from Sir Willheim Arturius Theniian, a historian who specialized in ancient texts and religious practices. He was found dead, crucified upon the steeple of the grand church the day after this was written, his body too decayed to find a possible cause of death. Strangely enough, out of his rotted skin, vines grew and entangled the body to the makeshift cross, the thing itself seeming to have grown out of the man, as well.