The Archer

I was hanging by my throat staring in disbelief at a unknown archer. I had never see him before. Then I heard my neck snap. Then I heard the three arrows cut through the air. Then the flesh splitting by the arrow. My body hit the ground. I saw a figure walkimg and could hear every step.

The archer shot arrow after arrow as he wall closer to the beast. It moaned in pain I calls smell burning flesh. I smell I knew too well. As the arrows hit the beasts flesh it burned. But why and how? As I look at the archer shoot over and over I heard my bones reset then self. Then I stood straight up.

I raised my wings and made them as stiff as I could. Then I cut off the beasts head. It hit the ground and brown goo poured out of it. I see bugs crawl out and cover the head in minutes. The smell became very veil fast.

The archer stood and said are you the son of a demon? I looked at he and said what if I am? He said then I am here to ask you for help. Why would he help you? First because I saved him and two there's a lot of gold In it. I do not need money a d death dies not scare me.

What about my soul? What? My soul I will give it to you if you help. I thought to myself. Why would a man be will to give up his most valuable part of them self. He said is it a deal or not? Why do you think I would care for your soul?

You do not have one like mine your is different. So why would I want yours? You will gain power from it. Please take my deal I will give you everything.I said.....