- Death -
Death ripped through the lycan territory like a tornado. His scythe tore through house after house and every lycan foolish enough to fight him was swiftly killed. He was crossing through the woods, ready to attack another town when he heard a mocking voice from the trees.
"You really think this act of wrath won't have consequences? I hope you got used to seeing human corpses, because now Amaterasu is on her way to Purgatory."
It was Amakell.
Death didn't answer. He simply reared back his scythe and cut down every tree around him.
As he did that dozens of lycans rushed to him in their wolf forms, while some stayed back preparing their magic.
Death's mind had now become one, quiet thought.
'Hunt.'
Death swung his scythe around him while jumping over the encroaching attackers. He cut any that were close to him in half.
Attacks of fire, lightning, and wind were sent his way. He tossed his scythe into the air and reappeared by the nearest enemy. He grabbed their casting arm and ripped it from the socket, causing them to scream.
As the lycans turned in anger towards Death, he would blink multiple times, ripping off the arms, and sometimes legs, of those he attacked. His scythe hit the ground and he appeared next to it.
Suddenly a pair of claws ran across his back, exposing his now all black skin. He grabbed the attacker's leg before they could jump away, and whipped them into the ground.
Amakell's voice came through again, still mocking.
"Purgatory will be a new feasting ground once you fall. All that meat that you were supposed to be protecting will be ours."
Death could tell the voice was an illusion. Wherever Amakell actually was, it wasn't nearby. He made short work of the remaining lycans and proceeded to the next town.
As he ran he would cut down every tree that was near him. His scythe was a flurry of swings. The loud crack and thud of the trees made the lycans who were unaware of the situation wonder if a dragon was stomping through their lands.
The next town Death arrived in was smaller, but the smell of blood still existed. There was an army waiting for him this time with Amakell in the front.
Amakell was already in his wolf form. He was a giant brown wolf, almost equal in size to the buildings around him. His words howled out.
"You think you can treat us like meat?! You dare damage our lands with that cursed magic of yours?!"
Amakell roared and suddenly the army around him got bigger.
Death could tell the illusions from reality, but what followed was more difficult to deal with.
Amakell's mouth opened and proceeded to shoot fireball after fireball at Death.
Death dug his foot into the ground, further withering the dirt beneath him, and charged at Amakell. He swung his scythe at every fireball, dispersing them, but was quickly met with multiple stone walls that surrounded him. A spot of flame started to appear underneath him before erupting.
He punched through the stone in front of him and decided he should fight barehanded for now. His now black robe was smoldering a little as he ran towards the lycan group.
In an instant Death was above Amakell. He went to grab the wolf but his hands went right through the illusion. He looked around him at the lycans that were now readying magic and had a second thought comes into his mind.
'Hunt Amakell.'
Death grabbed the nearest lycan and threw them around the group. He followed up by ramming his fist into the throats of his nearest enemy.
The punches would collapse the jugular of the victim, causing them to drown in their own blood. The other lycans that hadn't been attacked yet could see Death's deliberate action. Each hit was purposeful and consistent.
Some started to run away. Death let them go. He knew that what was more important was killing the enemies who had the arrogance to still fight him.
- Amakell -
Amakell had created his illusion when Death was trapped and took the chance to run away and call Amaterasu.
"Come on. Come on."
Amaterasu answered the call.
"How're things?" She laughed.
Amakell was furious at the statement. He had bluffed to Death that Amaterasu was heading towards Purgatory in an attempt to get him to leave.
"Death is slaughtering us, we need your help."
Amakell's voice was desperate. He had been confident before, but after Death started cutting down the trees it had triggered a great fear in him.
"About that. Death is more of a problem than I'm willing to handle right now. Me and Tsuki are fighting again, so it's not a good time for our domain to engage in war." Amaterasu's tone was casual.
Amakell ended the call, fully aware that he was on his own now. He wanted to just run. Run from Vázoluna and hide somewhere else, but where would he go? He certainly couldn't go south. Olympus didn't allow his kind, and R'lyeh was its own nightmare. The north was his only option, but surely Death would follow him there.
The mixed sounds of screams and falling trees were terrifying Amakell. He knew what he had to do. Amakell ran as fast as he could to the town of Fenjyl. It was at the edge of the territory and there was someone there that might be able to take this problem away from him.
Amakell tried to block out the sounds he was hearing, for fear that his legs would stop if he couldn't. He arrived in Fenjyl and was greeted by Fensyr.
The town of Fenjyl was considered a ghetto in Vázoluna. It was often seen as a detached place for the weaker lycans. There was a statue of Fenrir in the center.
'These lycans hadn't participated in the human harvesting, but had been receiving the occasional package of meat.' Amakell thought.
Amakell, still in wolf form and with an unsteadiness to his voice, spoke to Fensyr.
"Death has decided to hunt us. He, he plans to kill us all. I need as much help as I can, so please join us."
Fensyr could tell something wasn't right. Death was built up as many things to the lycans, but a mad god who kills without purpose wasn't one of them.
"Of course we'll help, sir. Please lead the way." Fensyr said.
'You think I'm a fool Amakell? You stole from the dragon, and now you fear the flames.'
Amakell was nervous. He couldn't order them to go like he normally would. This was clearly a situation where he should step up as leader. He decided that this wasn't worth his life. He ran off, heading north in an attempt to leave Vázoluna.
Fensyr turned to the inhabitants of his small town after the large wolf left.
"Our leader has made his choice. We shouldn't be slaughtered just because of HIS decisions. When Death arrives here I'm going ta beg for our lives."
Fensyr looked at the shocked faces of his friends and family. He then turned his vision to the statue of Fenrir, and looked at the word "Godslayer" before sighing.
- Death -
Death was now heavily damaged. His robe was in tatters and beneath his pitch-black skin, there were many wounds. Scratch marks, bite marks, burns, and cuts.
Each subsequent town Death traveled to had more and more retreats. His visage was a building nightmare to the lycans. Eventually, he came to Fenjyl. What awaited him was a prostrating Fensyr.
"We were not a part of whatever brought your wrath upon us. Please spare my people, and take my life as compensation."
Fensyr looked up at the figure before him, terrified.
Death looked around at the kneeling lycans.
["Where's Amakell?"] His voice echoed.
The lycans shook with fear at the sound of Death's voice.
Fensyr dug his claws into his hand and answered.
"That traitor probably went north. He clearly didn't want ta fight you."
Death put his scythe by Fensyr's neck.
["You know what will happen if you're lying."]
Fensyr, practically frozen by fear, barely managed to speak.
"I understand...sir."
Death pulled out his echo and called the female voice.
"The hunt is mostly over. Only two things left to do. Find Amakell and speak with Amaterasu."
"He'll have a headstart, but you should be able to catch him eventually. I've been looking over these bodies. None of them survived. It's clear to me that they were being sustained by consistent uses of healing magic." The female voice was clearly disgusted with what she was seeing.
"Right. I'll be hunting Amakell. If anything happens call me right away, and I'll come back."
"What about your inj-"
Death ended the call before she could finish. He made a call to someone new.
["Death? You rarely ever call."] The loud voice said.
["That's because you rarely ever pick up."] Death's voice was still a low echo. ["Amakell, the former leader of the lycans is heading north. I need you to detain him for me."]
["Sure, but you owe me."] The voice responded.
Death ended the call and walked back to his uništi. All the damage he had accumulated was starting to take a toll. He was occasionally attacked by some scattered lycans who hadn't realized the battle was over. He dealt with them swiftly and kept walking back to his uništi.
As Death arrived in the main town of Vázoluna he was met by a woman in a white cloak that had her face covered.
"Let me check your injuries." She ordered.
She put her hand on Death's chest and slowly restored his body and robe back to normal.
"That was some serious damage." She said.
"I know. I never expected to have to fight all of the lycans though. Just enough to scare the others."
Death's form returned to normal, his robe turning back to its dark purple almost-bagginess. He climbed onto his uništi.
"I'm off to meet with Amaterasu."
"Not alone you're not. You just got out of a long fight with an army. I'm coming with you." The woman demanded.
Death begrudged and held out his hand to the woman, lifting her up to his back.
Death made his way to the yokai territory and was met at the border by Amaterasu and Tsukuyomi in their wolf forms. Amaterasu was white with an orange ring floating above her. Tsukuyomi was black with a white ring floating above him.
Death and the woman climbed off the uništi. Death immediately returned to his hunting form before speaking.
["Your interference with the lycans is done. They were harvesting livinghuman flesh. I don't know whether you knew, but let me give you a warning. If you dare make one action towards Purgatory, I will personally do to your lands what I did to the lycans."]
Amaterasu and Tsukuyomi looked at each, nervous about the form they saw before them. Tsukuyomi was the first to speak.
"I apologize for my sister's interference with the lesser dogs. She too often finds herself bored and looking for something to play with." Tsukuyomi's voice was deep.
Death wanted to throttle Amaterasu but found the situation good enough for now.
"Fine then. Make sure her boredom doesn't lead to the destruction of your land."
Death released his form and jumped onto his uništi. Before the woman could join she was asked a question by Amaterasu.
"Why does the "Saint of Life" follow a man named Death?"
The Saint turned around.
"I don't follow anyone. I help, unlike you. Not all gods seek playful destruction." She mocked.
Death grabbed her hand and pulled her up. The two left, both trying to contain their anger towards Amaterasu.
Death spent the next few years establishing future systems. He talked with Fenrir and asked the giant wolf to support a new lycan as leader. Fenrir didn't care for the lycans but he found Death's interest in them curious, so he agreed.
Death proceeded to grab a captured Amakell and brought him to the city in-between Seraph woods and Purgatory.
Amakell's hands were cut off, and he had clearly been tortured by his captors. Death walked him through the city and told the citizens what had happened the night he hunted lycans. The people cheered and Death publicly executed Amakell in the center of town.