Reaper (Prologue)

A man stood alone, concealed in the darkness of the shadows, whilst the rain poured down around him. At least, he seemed like a man in the darkness. In reality, he was a Demahl, a type of Demon, as a human would put it. His stance and posture was indeed very humanoid, but there were small differences that set him apart. Numerous small horns sat upon the top of his head, and small demonic wings sprouted from his back. His fingers came into claw-like nails, and all his teeth resembled fangs. His eyes glowed an ember red. However, no-one would be able to give a description better than this. No human, anyway. Some things are just so amazing, so powerful, that the human eye can not properly perceive them. The presence of this being upon the Earth was indeed troubling. The Demahl preferred to stay down in the Emberal, the true underworld. They only travelled to this world in times of great danger. This Demahl had not arrived upon Earth without reason. His eyes darted around the alleyway in which he resided. His contact was late. Then a whooshing sound was heard, and a bright flame emerged out of nowhere. It remained, suspended above the ground for several seconds, and then disappeared as quickly as it had appeared. In its place stood a Garkluk, a spitting image of how humans portray Gargoyles.

"You are late," was all the Demahl said, in a very low and cracked voice.

" I had prior engagements to attend to first, Cravel," responded the Garkluk.

"You fool! THEY are probably watching us as we speak! I told you that we are not to speak our names in this world," exclaimed Cravel, a furious tone in his voice.

"Sorry, my old friend. But how can you be sure they are watching us? Surely, we are not of that much interest to them," replied the Garkluk.

"Do not call me friend, you cretin! We are no longer that. Not since you destroyed that... well, you know exactly what you did," said Cravel.

"If this is how you feel, then we shall complete our business and take our seperate paths," said the Garkluk, looking down.

"Excellent. And absolutely no-one followed you to this world?" questioned Cravel.

"No-one has followed me. You seriously think I would not be cautious? If we were even caught discussing this trade, can you imagine the consequences?" responed the Garkluk.

"Yes, I can. I presume  you brought with you the mask?" asked Cravel.

"Of course. But I must ask you what your intention with this mask is? While it is still heavily guarded, what with it being an ancient artifact and all, it practically powerless, unless you know how to unlock it from its curse," asked the Garkluk, handing over the mask, and greedily accepting the Lavarn (the currency of the Emberal) from Cravel.

"I have indeed found the key to unlocking it. And I shall unlock its true power. The answer is simple. I am going to kill the Reaper," said Cravel.

On that note, he stepped back further into the shadows, and suddenly disappeared. The Garkluk lifted his arms to the sky, creating a shape much like the letter y, preparing to summon the flame in which he travelled to Earth in. As he began to mutter the summoning incantation, a sword portruded through his chest. A dark shadow stood behind his dead body. And then, it was gone.