Harbinger's Journey: The Son of Death's Adventures

Chapter 6: The Requiem

"I am so...tired..." Haakan has been complaining without end. "I know, Haakan...I'm tired...Azric is tired...We are ALL tired. But we haven't gotten to a waypoint yet. We need to get to a safer location if we want a chance to rest." I was getting slowly more annoyed with his whining. Only seconds later, however, I felt another evil Spiritual Aura. "We cannot catch a break..." I may be The Son of Death, but I have my limits, you know.

This one, though, was bigger than any we had faced: a giant, twelve foot tall, monstrous abomination with muscular, but deformed limbs with a massive, sharp tongue hanging from it's large, gaping mouth. "Dang...you are one UGLy bastard..." It swung it's huge, deformed arm at us, sending us flying. It's just the beginning of the chapter, and we're already fighting...it gets tiresome.

"Fine, then...The Son of Death needs to express some rage, anyways..." With a sadistic smile and a burst from my Spiritual Aura, I lept at the atrocity, sending a powerful, earth-shattering Haymaker punch that sent it hurtling straight into a wall of razor-sharp bramble. Azric and Haakan stood, jaw dropped, wide eyed and terrified watching as I pummelled the monstrosity unmerciful. With a brutal Superman Punch followed by a crushing Backfist, the creature had tumbled backward, falling back-first. "Aww...It's over already? Oh, well. It was fun while it lasted." After that chilling statement, I ended the abomination's life with a destructive Curb Stomp that turned it's head into pulp.

"Uh...Harbinger...are you okay?" Azric asked, consumed with concern. "Yeah. Why?" I know. How was their fear unbeknownst to me? I don't know. "Well, you did just mercilessly batter that thing...doesn't that...ya know...make you wonder if that Being of Calamity thing...changed you?" They truly were concerned...that question made me realize that. (About time, right?) "It could've killed us. There's no need to feel anything." I did have a point, and they did see that.

"Wait...what's this?" He had found something next to the abomination's now more grotesque body. "It's a scythe...but...not any scythe...the pattern of it is-" I had stopped him where he was. "That...that's my father's scythe...Harvester." I had picked up my father's weapon. "My father can't die. He's DEATH. He must've left this here to help me, I suppose..." I had felt his power emanating within Harvester.

"Well, looks like your fighting skills aren't your only asset and weapon anymore." Haakan was smiling, seeing me with my father's signature weapon. "Thank you, father..." I was beginning to be consumed by emotions of happiness, sadness and shock. "Let's go, guys." And with that, we pressed on.