Recrutement part 1

The ugly sound of crows become louder and their movements become faster but still in circles they obliged their flight, its give this being a startling effect of awe and resignation, while he looking for a dying human with strong willpower to live despite the undeniable fact that he will die.

Seeing those negative energy follow him wherever he goes, gives him a feeling of satisfaction, absorbing some and tracking for the perfect candidate until he feel something, somehow a feeble pulse  attracted him, it produce a much bitter smell of hope, but a greater aura of  fear, pulsing toward him like the waves of seas , irregular but consistent, his fear of perishing here overcome his hope of living, yet both are strong.

While following the holder of this emotions and this kind of feeling, a funny sound was heard, a giggling faint scream like a hyenas that get cut in her stomach and eaten alive with a splashing sound was produced from struggling create a stronger force from a weaker ability.

A bloodied man, with both his hands severed and an arrow that was stuck in his throat, a sword being held like a supporting stick to stand up, using the commotion of the crows to sneak out while those lived in the field are distracted and beholding this frightening sight in memory.

The struggling didn’t stop, but his momentum is becoming weaker and weaker the longer he persist, and in frond of him is a the horrifying grim reaper with his soul devouring scythe, looking at him staving to live, but for what is in frond of him, he is not different from a fish out of water,  striving for survival, forcing itself to breathe but to no avail but feverlesslly trying to live.

While this poor man fighting for his live, two green like eyes looking at him like a snake stalking its prey, waiting for the perfect time to attack, that it come sooner than expected, his handless arms laying in the muddy blood of his that stops moving but still shivering , his eyes colors of vitality start fading and his blood stops coming out of his body.

In his dying breath, something felt wrong, he still can think and see himself from above, he yelled at himself to wake up, but no voice come up, he try to shake his body but his hand that still attached to his body fazed through ,so he try to  command it to move but his body didn’t obey him to move, desperation and fear overwhelm him, he can feel himself in the process of perishing, no valckery here to take him to valhala, not even hell of the Christians around him, only seizing to exist.

However an shackle was heard behind him, he turns around and a hooded monster with a skull head with a terrifying scythe greeted him, looking at the inferno like eyes paralyzed him and stops any attempt of moving, or escaping, he can’t speak but he is still has the power  to think, but he only has one thought in his mind while liking at the abyss that preparing itself to devour him,’ Death is here to deal with me’.

“Do you want to live? Nod if yes or perish otherwise”. A booming voice that can flip mountains upside down and shaking seas almost destroy him, so there is no mind-blowing reaction considering his situation, he just followed his desire and nods automatically without thinking than darkness swallowed him hole.

Brightness bellow, and the darkest void you can never imagine were above, a thrown of stone or a stony mountain with the shape of thrown stands erect mightily like a solid base holding doomsday from arriving, siting in it a creature with the majestic air that can overthrown any king or emperor, what beneath his  thrown is a table long enough to hold thirteen chairs, the third of them in the right side of this table is occupied by a dazed certain  handless human who got his hand back when he steps in this realm, the doziness of him is not caused by an intense shock and disbelieve but he was frozen in mind and soul and body, al thoughts of him are blocked from being processed by  his mind, his body however was the skinless snake doing after that flick of light dust brought his soul here, its transform back to its former shape and  started coiling his soul while forming his flesh to his original form that he used to live within his world until it assimilate completely with him, but the connection with the being in the thrown is still there, with but a thought and this snake will devour this poor fella’s soul.

“There is still two other tickets as light fickels awaits me to use”. Whispered our protagonist while hitting his clows like fingers down in the stony thrown.

This an opportunity to lay his foundation in his old world, not only those flicks of lights have teleportation property but a kind of space and time abilities mixt with it, its fascinating to think that he can establish his rouling domain in the world of the past under every one of those wanna be noses while using their superstitions against them as a starting point.

‘Only if I can control this ability to follow wherever and whenever my desire wish to go, but alas …. sigh!!’. Slightly frustrated by his shortcoming,he divided some of his aura that was mixed with his will and make it enter these shiny thinks that are like fireflies hovering around him that  were and still two creature that can make anyone shit his pants with their skinless and huge ten meter tall and four meter wide bodies, and eyes like soccer balls that can turn around like a lizard starving looking for food, with jaws that can devoured a cow in one fell swoop, with fangs like spears hanging in their mouth hangry to stab something,  anything that can move.

Through one of those flickering lights, a dazed old man, he walks like drank fool after a miserable missed up day of bad luck , yellow sands felt under his legs like sharp daggers digging his flesh through his raged shoes that couldn’t hold his feet  any longer with the burning sands keeping seeping in it thanks’ to its holes.

Suddenly he trips and fell face first  with his mouth open swallowing some of this hot sands, while he coahed few times in a raw to clear his throat and spit some saliva that were mixed with dirt, he lay there in the open,  being sandwiched between the sun on top and sands bellow, his heavy breath started to give birth to some squeaking of some old rusty iron door being punched and kicked so that it can be open.

While he is struggling breathing while his eyes begins it blurs, a  shadow of silhouette was revealed, thinking that his enemies catsh up to him, rather than become scared, he actually felt relief, instead of of waiting his death by slowly being barbequed in this god forsaking place, a quick death with some taunting is welcomed, so he slowly lift his left hands upward, and bind down a bit his middle finger as fuck you gesture.

The second he made this gesture however, a cold shilling sensation overwhelm his soul, he thought he lost his sensation feeling to his body, nevertheless what comes instead is pain so bone shilling and a cold pain that never felt before, not from his body but from other unknown source.