He did it. Once again, he did it. It was a routine now. Death. That was his duty. The duty he vowed to do. It was his life. The life he vowed upon when the stars and the silver moon that protected the planet shone above him.

Rough and bloody, the fur cried out in horror and shock, as the purest stone to man's existence, pierced through its first line of defence, before it started to devour the insides furiously like a mad man. Werewolf. Before the scarlet covered it, he scanned the dead thing in front of him once again. Disgusted by his own actions, he turned around and wiped the blood onto his filth-attracted shirt. Nothing is what it seemed. Nothing. Not even the air that people breathe.

William Herolion forcefully turned back at the body and shook his head slowly, pulling his eyes down to the densely covered ground with thick layers of blood. It hurt him from the inside. Death. That was his vow. That was his life.

"Another rouge. When will I get a fucking break!" he shouted across the empty street. No one heard him. No one saw him. No one was there with him. Alone. Fear was not the reason he was isolated in the cold night, but the late hours of the cyclical structure of the Earth's orbit, and no one was able to see him either way. The perfect way to spend the day for William.

His jet black hair mixed with the surroundings, his leather coat shone in the darkness, yet his deep, guilty, lapis lazuli blue eyes stood out in the death-scented street. His high cheekbones changed colour to a soft red, and the purple in his hands was turning back to their natural colour. Crimson, red blood dripped slowly off him and left a trail of decease to stream across the street. He left, the body, to disappear in the midst of darkness.

"James where are you!?" he shouted down the street. Silence replied. Sighing angrily, he started to wish, to beg, that his friend kept up more often, as it started to affect him. The loneliness.

'It wasn't a case of him being slow…' William thought as he spun on his heel to the direction he presumed his friend decided to secretly follow. Taking out his phone sloppily, he dialled the number to James. Ringing echoed harshly through his ears. Usually, he would have left back home after his mission has successful and accomplished, but something told him to call his friend. His instincts told him to call James.

"Hello? Will, is this you?" asking in a curious, mysterious voice, the echo resonated harshly, softly embracing his ear.

"No, this is the police station. We require a skilled human being, to handle an idiot that is standing like a clown, curious about where his 'skilled' friend is." William answered, proudly with his response.

"You need to come over here, you won't believe this. I found something... Unexpected." the voice replied, ignoring the previous comment from Will.

Will sighed and asked all the questions he needed the answers to. Calmly, worried and with a hint of fear, the voice told him to go to The Park.

"Whatever, bye." William, uninterested in the mysterious event, ended the call. The Park. The Park was the one place he couldn't understand completely, as Will always felt a force pushing, pulling, pouncing onto him, to get him to visit it every day and wait there. Importance radiated from the heart of The Park, mischievously trapping his thoughts, one by one. It was the place he felt... Destiny. Rolling his eyes without caring, William wanted to know what the thing he 'wouldn't believe'. Slowly striding into the midst of darkness, he headed in the direction he was guided to.

Half an hour passing instantaneously, from the moment William had made the phone call as realization patted him lightly. His pace was slower than usual, with time stopping effortlessly whenever it pleased. However, he quickly realised, he was already in the park. Twinkling and twirling, the stars performed a ballet of joy and the moon offered a comforting glow of hope, whilst the clouds came smashing in and consuming them. William shivered. The wind blew gently, shuffling dead leaves; behind the dance of concern, a figure was revealed standing behind them.

There was a tall man: shimmering, brown hair; chestnut eyes; high cheekbones and a smile that was the impersonation of a child's laughter; with his smile shimmering softly underneath the cold cry of the clouds with trust towards his best friend. Both men trusted each other, they were like brothers, twins, that needed each other to survive. He, himself, called it 'destiny'.

"So... What's up James? What will I 'not' believe?" William asked, emphasising 'not'.

James rolled his eyes, unsurprised by the accusation he received, and moved from Will's line of vision so that he can see what he would 'not' believe. Childish behaviour was a trait of William's, that he had never grown out of, even after becoming an adult in their hidden world. Smiling gently once again, his lips were forced down into a serious expression, hinting him that things were not as simple as they had seemed. Not this time.

A mark burned in the middle of The Park. Death protected the abnormal mark, many killed creatures were tossed around it, to emphasize the power of the creator, damaging the cycle of peace. Ash covered their bodies, blood roamed the outside of the corpses that were striding around in boredom, mimicking a classroom full of teenage children learning a new subject.

William moved next to James. The shock knocked out the voice from him. He looked over at his friend, who seemed to stare across the landscape, across death, with the same reaction as well. James' face grew paler as each second lasted longer than the last.

James took out his phone and dialled a number, knowing perfectly that the situation was not minor. It was a message for everyone involved with the hidden world. He quickly explained the serious murder and that everyone needed to be there.

"Including Aurelium," James said sternly and finished the call. His eyes were wide open. He looked back at William, knowing that there was one more person to call. Once again, he took out his phone and called another person for aid.

"Hello, may I be of any service? Unless this was an accidental call - again," a different voice answered uninterestedly. "It better be a good reason you are calling this late, I was just about to get a drink for the evening."

James explained the situation as briefly as he could, whilst sweat slithered down his face, as the wind blew roughly against his lightly, curled hair. William watched his best friend closely. James was always well informed and knew how to handle situations, just like one other person.

He stared at Will in silence. Silence was the only sound at that moment, with the two boys looking at each other with questions flooding the place even more than the blood was capable of doing. Until a scream was heard from the other side of The Park…