Death. A mere limitation of many, correct o' bearer of mine? But still, I deliver it to countless unfortunate souls. Though I am abundant, still you struggle to tame me and make me follow your commands. You force me against my will, but it does not matter. Death is death, no matter whom it consumes. [i]If there is beauty in destruction, why not in it's delivery?[/i] Who/what am I? The riddle has been solved! Winner: Tucson Tyler Answer: [spoiler]Sword of Crota[/spoiler] Thanks to Spicer for helping me out with this riddle and it's formulation.