Hopeless

Raz hated death. Still, he had a job to do. Such is part of being part of the Hopeless. Without people like him, the world would become the embodiment of evil itself.

"Thinking about todays mission?" Layel said whilst sat besides him, She was a beautiful woman. Brown hair, tall, smart, all the things Raz liked in a woman. He often wondered why he had never made a move on her. Layel was also part of The Hopeless.

"I'm always thinking about my missions, cruel work we do" Raz took a pull from his bush pipe and exhaled the smoke into the hot air. It was always hot in The Despair, practically the whole world being a desert.

"Aye, best we get it over and done with then" She stood up, held out her hand to Raz and lifted him to his feet. They stood outside a run down shack with a door so flimsy he doubted he needed to be polite and knock, although politeness would hardly mean much to somebody he was about to kill.

Inside the shack was pitch black and felt like no one had been in there in years. Though according to the bulletin board, this wasn't the case. Raz lit the lantern that hung by his waist which brightened the whole room. It was a small place, empty except for a pool table in the middle of the room which seemed to be missing all the equipment needed to play. That's when he saw them, in the corner of the room was a man feeding a little girl. She was tied to a chair, eyes bulging from their sockets and hair beginning to fall from her head. Two common signs of becoming Taken. Raz heard Layel weep and saw tears fall from her eyes as she realised what was happening. That was the mans daughter. Raz & Layel had been tasked with the mission of killing a man's daughter before she became taken.

"I'll deal with with this Lay, go and wait outsi-." He didn't need to tell her twice, she had left before he finished his sentence. He had always told her she was too soft to be part of The Hopeless, sadly this was not the case for Raz. The bulletin board said there was a soon to be Taken inside the house and he'd be damned if he was going to let it fulfil its malevolent desires. Raz entered Gehen.

Gehen is an alternate reality that every human has access to, although it is advised against. When a human enters Gehen for the first time, endlessly they walk down an abyss like corridor of darkness with death slowly following behind them. The idea of death chasing oneself is indescribable, but to the one being chased they can sense it. Every human has the ability to draw from an essence called Blight. A power with many capabilities. It can be launched, shroud objects and body parts, it can create and destroy. To a formidable user, the capabilities of Blight are near limitless. Though using it comes at a cost. The more one produces Blight, the more determined death becomes to catch them in Gehen. First you will speed walk, but at some point you will find yourself jogging, until death is so adamant to catch you that you become forced to sprint. Once caught, you become Taken, A being only able to live out its most evil desires.

Raz held out his open hand towards the little girl, Blight radiating from his palm in preparation for a blast known as Deaths Kiss. He planned on ending this with one attack, to save everyone's suffering, but thats when he saw it. Still leaning over his daughter, the man began to radiate blight from his body, more blight than Raz had ever seen produced, he felt himself heat up and struggled to think straight. It should be impossible for someone to use this much without becoming taken, yet here this man was. Slowly he stood up and turned to face Raz, a tired looking man. Long black hair covering his face, with bright white eyes shining from behind the strands. It seemed like he could collapse at any moment, but he would not. This was the most powerful man Raz had ever met 

"Who are you!?" Raz shouted, spit falling from his mouth and struggling to breathe.

"I think you know the answer to that question already." Spoke the man, and he was right. Raz knew he exactly who he was, he just couldn't bring himself to believe it.

"You're Krail, The Immoral God."