Reverend Shadow

The arena lights drain slowly, sinking into the dark. The crowd quiets as Mozart’s Requiem Lacrimosa begins to wane across the speakers, and ears of the onlookers. A bright blinding light erupts from the entrance, and pupils shrink in fear. The glory of the good Reverend’s outline lingered in illumination, and eventually the pace could be seen clearly as lights sparked slowly back to life in the arena. Reverend walked solemn to the stage, the final lights giving birth to his final slide into the ring.