Chapter I: Death

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I stood just behind the door, leaning on it and holding back tears.“Izzy….” I let out weakly. Then, something changed. My sadness turned to anger. “God… damned… b******s!” I shouted. A blood red glow started to fill the dark room. I breathed heavily.

“You…you worthless filth!” I screamed in rage, the aura now pulsing. I breathed deeply, in and out, in and out, clenching my fists tightly until… it drew blood. I let out a bloodcurdling scream.

“I’ll kill you all!” I bellowed in a voice that wasn’t mine. In an instant the door blew outward in a red explosion, revealing the horrors of the bloody hallway to the outside world. However, instead of me standing in the middle of it there was a ball of red mist.

The mist slowly dissipated, and a hooded figure growled from inside.There was nothing but a black glow coming from inside the hood. It had what seemed to be an endless amount of chains wrapped around his waist, and a red pentagram necklace. The creature- no, the man held out his arms, and a pure black scythe materialized in them before he stepped outside, his head simply passing through the top of the door jam. He slammed the bottom of the scythe on the asphalt forcefully.He hissed.

“Who the f**k are you?” asked one of the most arrogant Equinox soldiers on the planet. The house was surrounded by at least 150 men. The hooded man merely laughed in a deep, monotone voice. The soldier then pulled out his pistol and fired on the man. The bullet went straight through him.

With a flick of the man’s wrist, one of the dark purple chains around his waist shot out and somehow attached to the soldier’s chest, pulling him forward. The man then grabbed the soldier by his collar and lifted him to eye level- a full 8 and a half feet off the ground.The man screeched so forcefully it blew the soldier’s hair back. Slowly, a blue figure emerged from the soldier- a spectre. The spectre then disappeared, and the man dropped the dead soldier to the ground. The soldier's body then began to crumble, its soul having been ripped out forcefully. The eyes went pure white, and the flesh all dissolved. Then, in a deep, raspy, monotone voice, the man, me, spoke.

“I… am Ahran'Ikai... Formerly known as Mors...,” I said slowly. “But all I am to you is Death.” The same laughter escaped once more. In the blink of an eye, I was behind another one of the soldiers. I placed my scythe around his neck, and kicked him forward, his body moving without his head. I threw the scythe, spinning, at another soldier, intercepting it in the air and slicing the man in half with one strike.

“Fight!” I commanded in the voice of death. “Make this fun.” I smiled wickedly, though no one could see through the black aura. I snapped my head to another soldier, and with a simple hand movement his head burst into flames. At that, the rest of the soldiers got over their temporary paralysis and fought.

I ran, stuck my scythe into the ground, and spun on it, kicking a man in the head and snapping his neck. As I landed, I spun the scythe around me, slicing another three men to pieces. At this point, some of the soldiers ran. I looked up, and thrust my arm into the sky. As I did, rocks grew through the ground, forming an inescapable arena, and trapping Alex inside the house. Somewhere in my subconscious I heard her yelling to me, but I didn’t listen. I threw my arms back and roared. “Come on!”

I ran again, swinging my scythe at someone’s neck, then jumping. Using the soldier as a post, I swung around with my scythe. As I landed, I swung upward, smashing the dead soldier into another. Every dead soldier’s spectre rose and disappeared. I grunted. I spun my scythe, holding it flat against my arm so that the blade curved over the back of my shoulder. From the other end, another curved blade grew towards the ground. I spun the now double-bladed scythe in circles over my head. I then threw it over a soldier’s head, dashed and slid between his legs, stood, caught the scythe, and swung backwards, impaling him. I continued the swing into a full circle and slammed him into the ground.

Five soldiers charged me with great swords. I quickly did two circular thrusts, and impaled the two on the ends while blocking the swings from the middle three. The three then swung at once. I blocked the blows, but they forced me to my knees as I struggled to push them back. A chain shot between them, grabbing another soldier and using him to knock his allies out of the way. I did a jumping slice and decapitated all four of them in one swing. I ducked under a swipe from behind, thrusting upward with the top, blunt part of my scythe, catching the soldier in the chin. I then swung behind him on my scythe, and held its shaft against the man’s neck, choking him. I heard the start of a trigger pull behind me, and before the motion was finished, I had spun around, causing the would-be sniper shoot his ally. I stomped the ground, sending a slab of rock upwards to jettison the sniper towards me. Holding the scythe against my waist, I jumped and spun sideways, creating a saw blade-like flurry in front of the flying sniper, in which he was blended. I smiled, and wiped the blood off of the scythe onto the side on my hood. “This is Sanguinum Nocte. It is the bloody midnight.” I laughed evilly. “Would you like to see why?”