On a dreary, cloudy day in the Land of the Dead, a dark dragon was hunting a human. He was enjoying the hunt, and not rushing anything. The human was running out of energy while being chase, then it tripped and fell on a root from a dead tree but it was to tired to get back up.
"I have you now." said the dragon, slowly and cruelly. The dragon's name, was Angagaya, the cruel and evil shadow dragon that hunted for fun, he stepped towards the man and glanced around. He saw the graves of people, and dead trees and beings, everything about the place smelled of death, and Angagaya loved the scent of the place. He looked back at the feeble man cowering on the ground.
"Please don't hurt me!" cried the pitiful man.
"Why not? I don't care if you don't want to die, today you will die!" said Angagaya, pulling his head up and thrusting his horns straight through the man's stomach. The dragon threw the man up over his head with his horns. As the man landed with a meaty thud Angagaya roared into the air, but he felt uneasy, like eyes were on him, staring at him or about to attack.