Nimbus clouds covered the whole sky as a majestic lightning cracked through it. A roaring, rumbling sound followed. It was deafening to the ears, but one man sprawled on the grassy ground, covered in filth and blood didn't so much as care.
He only cared one thing and that was his family—his wife and daughter—probably sitting cozily inside their house just a few walk away, clueless of his current dire situation.
He was just inside the tool shed at the back of their house when the heavy rain started. The plan was to ditch what work he had left of the customized dog house and run as fast as he could to the main house, be with his family, and enjoy the evening meal together.
An unexpected visitor standing and waiting for him at the entrance of the tool shed exactly interrupted that plan however.
The visitor had a hulking frame, wearing a baseball hat and a large coat that covered his body. The collar of the coat stood stiff, framing his pointed jawline and shielding any uninvited inspection of his face.
Fear gripped tightly on the man's nerves then. He knew exactly what this visitor wanted, but he couldn't possibly give it. He couldn't when so much was at stake. No, not only for his family, but for all of humanity.
Displeased, the visitor decided for an alternative payment instead: his blood.
And blood indeed gushed forth from the many blade wounds inflicted on him a couple of minutes later.
He tried to fight back, using what skills he knew best, but even with those, it couldn't contend with the visitor.
Until something appeared.
An image materialized behind the visitor just as he was about to deliver the final blow to the man. By this time, the rain had ceased and it effectively showed what or who the interruption was.
The image first was distorted, fine ripples surfacing and breaking the continuity of reality. The man couldn't believe his eyes when in a second, another man appeared from the ripple dressed in all black, in his right hand a scythe—the thickness and sharpness of the blade screamed of terror.
The new man had the most lustrous blue locks cascading all the way down to his waist. It seemed it was the only color he had other than black. But then again, it wasn't. Another color—a swirl of red and green—filled his irises.
They were beautiful, captivating, but to the wounded man, entirely deadly, the same as the scythe he was wielding.
The next second came by as a surprise.
The visitor, unbeknownst of the new arrival, was hurled away, gained airtime for a millisecond and then crashed into the tool shed. The cracking of bones and a blood-curdling scream followed, cutting through the air and mixed with the sounds of thunder and raindrops.
"Halpas," the scythe-wielding man said, his voice dripping with authority. He ignored the wounded man and went to the one named Halpas—his hulking frame now sprawled on the destroyed wall and tools.
The wounded man watched as the two exchanged words. His breathing was uneven and he felt lightheaded from the heavy blood loss. He knew he'd die soon but not now. He couldn't pass this opportunity. He needed to know who this unknown man was who—although not intentionally—would exact revenge for him.
"You're death has been long overdue. How had you eluded me these past few decades?" the scythe-wielding man said as he crouched down near Halpas.
"If I tell...you how, would you...spare me then?" the latter asked in a raspy voice, blood spilling over the corner of his mouth. He was no weak man. Heck, he even got his supernatural abilities thanks to a generous friend, but it seemed this wasn't enough to fight his way away from this Creature of the Night.
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My Scythe-Wielding Husband (Supernatural-Romance)
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