Children of the Four: Book 1: Grim, a Child of Death

Chapter I

The Frozen Wasteland, it's a place where blizzards form in the North and ghouls freeze in the South. A prison to those who do not fear death, but wish they did. This wasteland is ruled by only one person, Aclyoneus, the Frost Giant.
He wears a four-horned iron helm with a piece of metal welded on, covering up the right eye socket where he's badly wounded. He is very fond of the freezing cold and does not wear any layers of clothing or armour to cover his upper body. Instead, he wears a tattered and ragged pair of pants fit for a giant. Frost taints his entire pale body. His face was brutish with jagged teeth extending out from his lower jaw, giving him a ferocious underbite. Icicles formed under his chin creating a stubby beard as well as thicker icicles forming his back and knees. He held a Soulless Trident as his weapon of choice. A massive trident covered in ice with faces of souls crying in agony carved into the trident's forks.
Aclyoneus stomped his feet inside his icy prison fortress towards a pale figure shackled to the wall high enough to be eye levelled to the giant.
"Rise and shine child of Death," he said in a low booming voice.
The person he was referring to as the child of Death is named Grim Richard.  He had long, black shaggy hair that reached to his shoulders and wore skull mask that is fused into the flesh of his face. He wore a bottom, rugged half of a robe with a belt that held it tight to his waist and black heavy boots decorated with a skull near the front and a few ribs wrapping the back of the boot.
When Grim woke up, he thrashed around, trying to break free from his icy shackles, but to no avail.
Aclyoneus chuckled, "Don't bother trying to break free," he said putting his giant finger on Grim's chest.
He stopped moving and slowly lifted his head up, giving an intense glare of death to the giant.
"It's a pity you can't speak without your scythe, or you would've said something by now," he said moving his finger away from his chest and stomped away, laughing.
Grim was left alone in his chained chamber. He does not know how long he has been held captive in the giant's icy prison. All he knows is that it is a permanent imprisonment for a false crime he has not committed.
An eerie caw in the distance broke the silence and suddenly a raven with ghostly feathers flew to Grim's left shackle to perch. It was his undead raven, Sorrow. The raven leaned forwards and began pecking at the keyhole of the shackle until it clicked loose. Grim was dangling by his right arm as he swung side-to-side from the momentum of his left arm getting free. As soon as the swinging stopped, he could feel the right shackle breaking as it's icy grasp cannot handle his weight on it's own any longer. The shackled shattered and plummeted Grim down three hundred feet, towards the frozen floor. The ice cracked around him on impact as he landed fine on his feet; creating a large crater in the ground. He leapt out onto his two feet and outstretched his arm for Sorrow to perch on. Grim stroked the ghostly raven's feathers and it nuzzled his hand, happy to see it's master after so long. He faced himself towards where he was facing and they both began stroll around the gigantic fortress.
As they walked throughout the Frozen Wasteland, prison cells made of cold Obsidian bars ran throughout the hallways. Some of the cells were completely empty, but the rest were either contained immortal beings, slowly freezing and starving to death, or the remains of those who have perished inside their frozen coffin of a cell. A few prisoners even tried pleading to Grim for their freedom while others bribed him with favours in which he quickly ignored. However, there was one prisoner who caught his attention. A young man with horns made of ice and skin as pale as his, extended his hand out from his cell, not saying a single word. The look Grim saw in his face was dead; emotionless, as if he has already accepted death ages ago.
Grim motioned Sorrow over to the man and nodded. The raven hopped off his shoulder and swooped over to him. It landed on the guy's hand and cawed at him. As if the prisoner understood the bird, he lifted Sorrow higher to the top of his cell, and the raven began to peck at the lock located there.
The cell opened and the man rushed out and towards Grim. "Thank you" he said.
Grim said nothing as Sorrow perched back on to his shoulder and cawed at the man once again. They continued to traverse through the fortress's corridors as the man soon followed.