The Fallen

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖋𝖎𝖛𝖊: 𝕬 𝖉𝖊𝖆𝖉 𝖇𝖔𝖉𝖞

It was early in the morning when Anubis heard the loud banging repeatedly on his front door. When he answered a thin man with a curly beard stood there dirt stained his clothing and his expression was of pure horror as if someone had plastered it permintaley onto the man's face when the man tried to speak his words stumbled out of his mouth frantically.  Anubis laid his hand on the man's shoulder calmly and slowly spoke so the man would focus on him "What is it?" he asked. The man took a deep breath and looked up at Anubis "A woman has been murdered, her body was found drained of blood! Not even the slightest drop was found left!" The man yelled overwhelmed. 

Anubis gritted his teeth his eyes darkened by the second inflamed with rage "Take me to the body please." Anubis more less demanded despite saying please. The thin dirt-covered man nodded and began to walk away quickly leading Anubis into the village, Anubis stayed directly beside the man as they made their way to the small cottage home of the victim. When Anubis finally made it inside the cottage and up the old wooden stairs his eyes laid onto the body a pale white arm hung over the side of the bed limply. His skin crawled in disgust the body was truly drained of all its blood, the body was so thin and frail now the elderly women's ribs showed through the thin line of skin as her soulless eyes were sunken in the face of death truly was hers. "Move the body soon and tell any relatives of her's quick, burry her soon" Anubis spoke to the man slightly running his hand over his mouth having to take a deep breath, it had been a while since Anubis had seen a dead body especially this kind.

Anubis left the cottage taking a few breaths in of the cold wintery air, the air nipped at his lungs and face and made his eyes water as they burned from how cold it had become in just a matter of minutes. He walked down the snow-covered road to his blacksmith shop where he began to roll back his dark sleeves. He tied a thick and heavy leathery apron around his body, When Anubis was in his workspace that was when he felt the most at ease. He picked up a heavy iron hammer and struck down onto a metal that would soon take the form of a finely crafted sword. The sword would have a smoothly engraved surface and a black handle with thin silver wiring running around it. The fire from the forge spat small embers up into the air, small glossy pearls of sweat fell from Anubis's forehead onto the fire causing the slightest sound of sizzling to acquire once in a while.

Anubis struck the hard metal with the hammer making it take the form he wanted the blade was straight and after around three hours he was fully finished with the sword he had been requested to make the blade was a bright silver with beautiful engravings covering the lower part of the blade, the handle was heavy having most of the weight to the end so the wielder could swing better and sharper feeling more in control. Then that is when Anubis heard it a common voice he had heard last night he sighed and turned around.