The Deal With Death

It was 300 B.C.,

waged on against the nation's. I was there, nervous and shaking cause I was scared for my life. I joined the Nation of Ringly's first squad. I did it to help my father. He was sick, and we couldn't afford the care he needed, so I joined the guard to get free medical care. Went to war with one of the harboring nations to the South. The Nation of Spingal. Everyone called them Deaths Bringer, and that they were.

I was six months into my service when we went to war with Spingal. I stood in the back, and my friend, Herold, stood beside me, trying to calm my nerves. "Jack," he said. "It'll be alright. We will make it through this. Remember, if you don't, who's gonna take care of your pop. " He was right, of course, so it calmed me down...but for how long.

We were five hours into our first day, and nothing was happening. Everyone around us was talking about how you don't notice they have attacked until the person next to you is dead at your feet. Lying there, with their cold eyes looking up at you.

Two hours have passed, and then you heard it. The first scream comes from the distance. Everyone put their guards up, but before we knew it, the field was already covered in our comrads' blood. By the second, our ranks were growing smaller. You blinked, and by the time you realize, the person next to you was bleeding out at your feet.

Their had to be a way they were moving so fast, but everyone was in a panic to notice, soon their were only six of us left, and Herold was not one of them. At that time, I knew what had to happen. If I wanted to survive death, I would have to become it. Out of my fallen comrads blood, I drew the blood circle to do something no one could.

MAKE A DEAL WITH DEATH.

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Authors notes

I hope you guys like it. It's something that I have been working on and something new. Blood guts unwanted romance antihero. If you guys like it, I'll put up the next chapter.

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I wiped my fingers in Harold's blood and drew the summon circle to Death. Time stopped running. A man in a black hooded cloak appeared. He had no face to what I could see. His voice was so cold that it sent chills to the bone. Hearing it made you feel like nothing in the world was real. Dark magic flooded the air.

"Who dares summons me," he said.

"I do," I said.

"I need strength, power to slay my enemies. I don't want to die here," I said, wiping the tears from my eyes.

"Show me your resolve, and I shall grant it," He said as he looked down at me. He was a skeleton with eyes as dark as night that pierced through your soul.

"What do I need to do. I'll do anything," I said.

"Kill....them," He said as he pointed to the five remaining guys of my squad.

"I can't kill them," I screamed.

"I won't do it. They are my comrads. The last of my squad," I said."They have family's and goals of their own"

"This is my price," he said. "If you can not kill for me, then you are worthless to me,". "Either you kill them, or this conversation is done,". He said as he looked back up and started to turn away.

"Wait!" I yelled. As tears were pouring out of my eyes. "I'll do it," I said softly as the tears stopped.

"Excellent," He said. "My power is yours,". He leaned over, opened his cloak and made a scythe out of his own bone, and handed it to me.

"Be warned," He told me."With this power, you will want to kill everything around you. It's a hunger that can never be filled. Family, friends, lovers, they will all meet their end,". I grabbed the scythe from his bone palms, and I was filled with dark magic. Everything became cold. I could feel death all around me.

I fell to my knees. The dark power was too much for me to handle. I couldn't catch my breath.

"It'll pass," He said. "For those who have seen only the light in their lives, being swallowed by darkness has a price to pay. This is only the beginning,".

I was being consumed by death. A black hooded cloak started to materialize. The flesh from my hands and face was melting away. I was starting to look like Death himself.

"From this day, you will be known as my Reaper," He said. "With this power, you can do as you please as long as I get what I want. Now, go, collet these peasant souls for me. "

"As you command," I said

Time starting moving again. My comrads looked at me.

"Are you ok, Jack?" Clint said.

I stood up. "I'm sorry," I said under my breath. I gripped the scythe in my hand and cut Clints head off.

"What did yo?" As I put the end of my scythe through his mouth before he could finish his sentence. I hurried and killed the rest of them cause the blood bath was about to begin.

After I killed the last soldier of Spingal, I stopped where I was and fell to my knees, crying tears of joy that I had survived. I stood up and made my way to Spingal. Morning came as I reached the outskirts. I enter the city looking for a place to rest and eat.