Angel of Death;

The chronicles of Cain:

Chapter 1:The dome of Cain

As lore and legends has always made us believe since the ancient times, of a place full of torment and despair, specifically meant for those who out of there ignorance goes against the laws of creation. In the deepest part of this realm of darkness and damnation known to most as Hell lies a discreet and darker chamber called the Dome of Cain.

This discreet chamber situated at the bottom of this ungodly realm houses the worst of all creation; the souls of murderers, human souls who broke the most sacred law of creation, by taking the life of another, worst case scenario; this place of unspeakable terror was home to the most gruesome of all of creation ; Death, the eternal governor of the pit. If Death ever had a throne, on this plane was the throne of Death sited deep within the labyrinth of corridors which ran through the mighty dark castle towering the murky atmosphere of the bottom of the pit, filled with visible trail of smoke emanating from the green-hot flowing lava which form canals through the rocky terrain, most times flowing into what seem like a river of it.

The castle top was the highest perch in these desolate plain, built into the rocky wall which surrounded this plane, extending vertically right into the clouds which was formed by the accumulation of the dark smokes from the burning brimstone, yet right above this cloud the wall extended further right unto the next plane, which made it seem more like a giant well ,which was the more reason why it was called the pit by most. These walls rooted right on the rocky bottom trampled and worked upon by desperate souls scattered all over the desolate scene, breaking through the heavy rocks mining for Azroth, a rare ore extracted from brimstone, working tirelessly to prevent the slash from heavy chains held by the creatures which where once the soul of men, turned into killing machines, by Death ,through a popular sports known as the Death-match in this parts.

These cursed souls after having to kill there way through a hundred murderous souls, all candidates of the untimely death-match, the last man standing being the sole-survivor walks out of the pit; the arena for the death-match, with its title as a Reaper; a member of Deaths creed of assassins, if ever every system of government was to have an executive, then the Reapers were Deaths military order, whose operation was within and without this underworld. For it is from those who make it through series of this matches specially designed to get rid of the numerous souls cast into this pit, that Death picks out his ferocious killers sent back to earth through a back door to do his dirty biddings, making them believe it was the only way to there salvation, meanwhile he a longtime ago devised a means to snuff them out into eternal death which was the only thing which lay beneath this accursed existence, no wonder the legends had it in these plane that what lay deep beneath the azroth filled layers of rock which served as soil was the grinding wheels of Abbadon, drilling endlessly from the other side in order to grind its way through creation eating up from the lowest part of its existence, which happens to be the pit, named after its very first habitant; Cain, the very first candidate and pioneer of the death-match popular in this plane of desolation called the Dome of Cain.

Chapter 2

The Centurion:

Waking up in these dark region, surrounded by this alienated feel, not that he could make anything out of his memory, except the screams and fuzzy visuals of faces writhing in dying pain repeating itself like a broken record inside his head, yet he knew this atmosphere was no place for a human soul, whatsoever could be the crime of the person. On realizing himself in this nightmare he knew at once this place was some kind of prison meant to hold his kind; souls convicted for murder. He was awakened by an introduction to a chain whip, which stung like a charged naked wire each time it tore on his skin, with each lash from the bearer, whom he noticed had far from human features, he needed not be told where he was in, right from the moment when he saw those who surrounded him in these arena he woke up in, people whom he later learnt were also newly recruited candidate of this desolate plane, as they all faced the same torture as him, screaming and writhing in pain from the torture of those inhuman figures who loomed above them, everyone of them who squatted inside this pit like arena which spanned out to contain as much as hundreds of them, with this inhuman personnel's included, the fumes, the very sound of metal beating against metal, the cries of pain and agony which filled the atmosphere, most dominant of this disturbance which themed this atmosphere was the smell of death. You could perceive it in the air, you could also perceive it on the hard rocky floor, also on the very chain whip used on them, even on the very eyes of everyone whom you saw on this plane, indeed death was everywhere here, it was the most common phenomenon.

With every whip of the chain which brushed against his skin, it brought him to a state were he unconsciously tried to search through his memory to remember how he got to this place, but all that flashed through his mind was those frightening sound of people screaming, accompanied by the faint visuals of faces he could never make out, his attempt to find solstice within himself felt worse, for the feelings those faint memories arose within him was very more painful than the whip which tore on him.

Once one of those who were among the newly convicted candidates tried to fight back against this inhuman oppressors, but he was torn into bits by the quick sword of this soulless entity, and his energy quickly diffused into the atmosphere with these inhuman entity whose facial features was half cloaked by a heavy hooded cloth, which exposed nothing but those vicious red glowing eyes, absorbing most part of the energy before it quickly fizzled away, right before the eyes of these anonymous soul, a phenomenon he came to fully comprehend as he stayed the more in this pit.

After a while in these formidable plane all this was now a norm to the anonymous soul, as he became a part of the system, but the horror of that first moment in this place never left him, as it was the foundation of his memory, having lost every bit of information from his past life. He felt like indeed he was a son of this soil, cause to him this place was the beginning of his existence. After going through a lot of fruitless procedures trying to revive the lost memory, everyone gave up; including Death himself who was more disturbed by this rare phenomenon than anyone in the pit, thou deep down he knew Death never really gave up, but kept a tag on him. Yet he himself had to let go of that which lay behind, in order to fully become what this place made him to be; a full dreaded Reaper.

Or so he thought, right until this opportunity came up, something was going down topside, and Death more than ever needed a worthy candidate to go topside, in order to get one of his deals cleared. Thou this time this mission seemed more crucial, in fact rumors had it in the dome that Cain had been spotted, while some said it was his right hand man who was on the move, after many years of disappearing on the surface with his master; and this inadvertently meant Cain too was on the move, Death needed a Reaper capable enough to intercept this person who has seen the end of many Reapers. This time Death needed to choose the best amongst his Reapers to lead this movement, to intercept and interrogate Cains personal bodyguard in order to get the actual hiding place of Cain and the soul stone.

Death was set to do that which he had never done for a longtime, for after the incident with Cain, Death has never bestowed such power on any individual as he planned to do this time, he has always centralized power unto himself. But this time he had to in order to get things done; He declared an ultimate death-match, unlike the usual death-match, the candidates for this uncommon event were the top ranked Reapers, who have survived multiple of death-matches in order to get to the position they were in, this time they had to face each other, in this game Death was going to loose most of his best Reapers, but he was willing to gamble, for he knew this might not turn out so well, cause even he knew centering that whole power on one soul, could get the soul power drunk and might even bring up a situation that might even question his sovereignty, but Death being quite resourceful believed he had it all covered, in order not to repeat his mistake.

This anonymous soul, who was formally known in the dome by the name "A", an abbreviation for the word; anonymous, while some believed it was because of his unmatched fighting velocity, which enabled him to climb up to rank quicker than his inmates, as expected he was among those enlisted for this ultimate death match. As his name implied he came out of the pit of which a hundred of Deaths best fighters who engaged on this duel for this title, as the sole survivor, after slaying the last soul, he absorbed all the powers his assailant got from all his victims, thereby accumulating all the powers of those souls who were enlisted for the ultimate death match, and this made him more powerful.

On crawling out of the pit, he was quickly enabled and held up by Deaths personal bodyguards for he was weary from all the soul energies he had absorbed in the arena below, it was heavy on him, cause with the energy absorbed by a Reaper came a counter force, a kind of karmic curse which is transferred from its victim, and if the soul whose energy is absorbed equally bears a high amount of this negative energy, it also weighs more on the absorber, this was the inevitable law which brought about balance in this plane.

As he was brought out of the pit; the arena of the death-match he was taken into the dark gloomy castle which was built into the endless wall which circled this plane, to be presented to the governor; Death. Ever since his stay in these place, never has he set his feet into this castle, because though he was of rank, yet he wasn't up to the level of those who guarded the tower, for those who guarded this place were believed to be the ancient ones, and they were the ones who relayed message from the castle, the unanimous soul was at least a century old but within the walls of this castle dwelled Reapers who were believed to be thousands of years older, and they were Deaths personal guards.

At first he was anxious to meet Death, for though he was the freak in town whom everyone knew about, and has been subject to Deaths experiments on him, time after time but never has he set his eyes on Death, talk more of to stand close to him, this only made him realize the importance of this mission he was to embark on.

Walking through the large dark corridor which was the entrance to the mighty corridor which felt more like a decorated bat-cave, his senses tingled with this sudden chill, which washed through him like an unusual energy wave emanating from the depth of the cave, from the way it swept past him he knew whatever generated such wave dwelled deeper into the darkness of the cave like castle, but he walked on relentlessly, without looking behind as the two Reapers who were twice as tall as him followed behind, armed with swords sheathed behind there backs and armors which made them seem more like a 12th century heavily armored samurai ready for battle, no wonder they were called the ancient ones, this sect of Reapers never left the confinement of the castle, you only saw them once you are permitted to pass the entrance of the castle, of which most Reapers never do until they meet there eternal death.

He has spent years in these desolate plane, but never has he upset most of his senses which he felt now, and one of those was fear. As he got closer to what seemed like an exit from the large corridor, a mighty arched shaped entrance into another chamber the two guards who had received him and marched him from the entrance into the castle stopped abruptly, as if cursed never to pass that threshold, right at the entrance of that chamber stood another set of guards, this ones were unexpectedly average sized, all in black, wrapped up in clothes and decorated by shiny black armors, with double swords sheathed behind there backs, like ninjas, they stood there like molded statue, they never flinched as he cautiously stepped in.

From there stance and the energy he felt emanating from them, he knew this Reapers were more deadlier than the ones he met before, but what really came to his mind was; if Death really had such deadly weapons confined within this castle of his to what need was he here for, it was clear to him that this entities was quite more powerful than he was ….., "Truly they might seem more powerful, but the question is, can they really pass the test", a voice broke through his thoughts, he quickly turned to find someone standing behind him, he was surprised for he thought he should have felt the persons presence even if he teleported to this place.

'Who are you', asked the unanimous soul…

'and who are you to ask', replied the man with a dark wavy hair and black overall, which made him seem more like a vampire hunter from the movies,

· "i…..", the anonymous soul stammered because introduction was something he wasn't used to due to his lack of identity,

'I know…I know, never mind, I already know you, as a matter of fact who haven't heard of the soul with no soul, within this walls, u are quite popular son', the dark featured being replied sarcastically,

His attitude alone showed the anonymous soul that this being doesn't belong here, cause sarcasm was quite foreign around here, people around here didn't speak much, in fact the language that was mostly understood here was death and torture, so this speaking of a thing was new to him. The little he could read from this creature whose energy was slightly different from those around here was that it was a dark creature also but from a higher level, which meant he was stronger, but quite unpredictable because he wasn't from around here.

"Follow me", the alien man gestured at the anonymous soul, who quickly followed him as they walked through a door which led yet deeper into the castle.

"The Death match you participated in, isn't really the test but a preparation for the test, cause your task is of utmost importance to this entire realm, and the ones above, and you are going to indulge the most powerful assailants on this assignment, your fighting skill needed to be tested, and you need enough soul energy for the next task ahead".

The anonymous soul followed behind him as he led their way yet into another chamber, this being unlike the Reapers was more flexible, both in motion, in speech and also expectedly in behavior. He seemed like one to turn on you at any moment, the anonymous soul, though payed attention to the details in his speech, but also as well wanting to decipher what this creature leading him to his next assignment was.

Egor, was the only demon who was subject to Death, though not mostly reliable but was close enough to be called acquaintances, for even him despised Deaths manipulation, and always tried his best not to fall victim of that, the more reason he only visited Deaths realm on rare occasions, but he partly believed in Deaths prowess, and that someday Death would come topside, and being a clever demon, knowing that Death at least needed a demon by his side if he needed to keep things going, was out to secure himself a position before time. It was he who relayed Death with unpopular informations from topside, the kind of information's Deaths spies couldn't lay there hands on, the kind of information's only popular to the demon circles and some higher begins, because Death was completely isolated from the activities and company of such entities. Egor has always been there when Death needed him, just like now when Death needed him to process through, the mind of his newest errand boy; updating his mind by filling his memory up with the recent knowledge of the outside world, this was a procedure he had to go through so he wouldn't be lost out when he made it to the outside world, and this also was a way of filling him in on his mission, uploading the whole information he needed, technically it was more like programming a robot, and Egor here was the programmer.

He walked the anonymous Soul into the chamber where the programming was done, in the middle of the room was a metal chair with straps and what seem like a helmet, A familiar feeling washed through the anonymous soul, he felt like he has gone through this process before, or maybe something similar, he twitched, something in him was shrugging off from the thought of getting on that machine, instantly it felt like the demon Egor, who went ahead of him to make sure everything was in place felt the motion in him cause he slightly turned his head to steal a glance at him from above his shoulder. The anonymous soul knew something wasn't right.

Egor was slightly disturbed when he sensed the feeling which aroused in the anonymous soul right when he saw the mind razing machine, it wasn't supposed to happen cause the last time Death suggested the memory of the anonymous soul be razed, they made sure they erased every memory of him going through this process, cause Death has always questioned and also been bothered by the phenomenon of a lost identity of this particular soul, which was brought about by its loss of memory, of which Death always sensed a conspiracy theory in this. So from time to time Death suggested he was brought in and his memory scanned to see if something came up, but each time nothing but the newly piled up memory of its existence here. Each time the experiment was conducted Death ordered the memory of it erased, but Death was never satisfied. Ergo never questioned the efficiency of his machine, which has proved its effectiveness for ages now, so he just waved the notion because even he knew there was something about A, but he wouldn't want to upset Deaths suspicion with just this slight shift which might have been anything, especially not this time they were closer to acquiring the soulstone, which meant the freedom of Death and his climb to a position of power as promised by Death, He would love to see the look on the face of the other demons as they were destroyed while he walked up to his sit right next to the throne of Death, when finally they have fully conquered earth.

So he continued on setting up his age old machinery an output of his advanced knowledge of psychic science, which was his area of specialty back in his world, before the darkness. Before everything turned into a power tussle of who will rule the world. He fully dropped his suspicion as soon as A stepped onto the sit obediently and lay back, Ergo set the metal mechanized helmet to fit upon his head, having already downloaded the needed data from himself into a ball shaped crystal orb, which served as the database, he hit the button, and the programming began.

It was as the helmet was slit upon A's head, and he heard the whirring sound of the machine as it slowly started and the blue light within the helmet which was stationed right above his forehead radiated, that he recalled fully that he has gone through this ordeal before, it all came back to him right before the painful pinch hit his forehead, he let out a loud groan that ran through the corridor of the castle, as he inadvertently gripped the metal tip of the handle were his hand was strapped so hard that he almost squeezed it, he passed out in pain.

Waking up he has already been unstrapped from the chair, and was held up by a couple of Reapers, whom he couldn't tell when they walked in, due to his blackout, when he stood up he felt heavy, like he added more weight, he knew this time it wasn't just the counter force of the powers he had absorbed that was weighing on him.

"It's normal", Ergo's voice broke through his thoughts,

"It's the effects of the new knowledge which have been transferred to you, you need them for they will guide you through the mission when you go topside", Ergo finished.

"What's…..Centurion", the anonymous soul asked sounding confused…., as his mind hurriedly ran through the new data uploaded into his mind…

"It's a new title, You earned it for emerging as the winner of the ultimate Death-match", Ergo answered looking sternly at the anonymous soul, who just stood there examining himself, slowly digesting every knowledge downloaded into his memory.

"Do you have anymore question, before we proceed…. Centurion", asked Ergo who patiently waited for a response to know if the programming actually worked.

For once Ergo has never questioned his machinery but he knew there was something complicated about his present subject, but he couldn't pick out what it really was, but he was sure that whatever the alteration was it was what singled out this subject as the right man for the job.

"None", answered the Centurion, who quickly seemed to have digested the new title he was bestowed….

Ergo led the way as they marched further into yet another chamber, this time the other Reapers didn't follow, as they all stopped at the entrance of this chamber which looked more like the large throne room of this castle which they have been roaming, this seemed to be the end of the line, for in this dim-lighted room sat the most formidable throne of Death, many Reapers lived there entire existence without getting to this point, for it was considered sacred in these plane.

"Bow to your master", Ergo commanded in a harsh tone, which the Centurion quickly obeyed by hurriedly kneeling, before a figure which he has not seen yet, in the half- lit chamber, It was as the Centurion slowly raised his head to steal a glance towards the motionless figure which he wasn't sure was sitting on the throne when he bowed, that he saw through the darkness, that he saw the dark figure which sat with his hand to his chin, with his fixated gaze on him. A strange feeling washed through him as he caught the gaze, which seemed to be searching the entirety of his soul, he quickly looked down resuming his bowed head position.

"Look up at me", the voice commanded,

" I command you to look up", the harsh chilly voice repeated,

Hesitantly the Centurion started raising his head, surprisingly not out of fear, but out of a feeling he couldn't comprehend, not only him but Death himself who was searching his soul, and Ergo who was monitoring all his response.

" I like him, this one knows no fear", Death said almost disappointedly…

"Leave us", he ordered at Ergo who quickly turned at his heels and left the throne room, as the Centurion could hear his steps as he disappeared out through the entrance they came through.

"You can rise now, my friend", Death said now suddenly standing closer to the Centurion who didn't hear him move, but what shocked him most was the sudden change of tone, which almost didn't sound like the tone Death the governor of the pit should use on a mere subject like him. He slowly rose from his kneeling position, as he equally raised his eyes to look at the figure who was now standing right in front of him, to his greatest surprise the formidable Death wasn't as hideous as you'd thought he would be, but was wearing the face of a man who looked his mid-fifties, after all he wasn't really surprised because down in the pit there was this popular lore that Death the governor could wear the face of any dead soul, and this must have been it, he thought to himself.

" Permit me to take you on a little walk, there I something's I'd like to show you", Death requested politely.

The Centurion who was surprised by this gesture, hesitantly followed after Death who gracefully turned on his heel, leading towards the direction of his throne.

"Are you surprised by my gesture, well you shouldn't be, though I'm sure my reputation as cruel must precede my true personality, of which it should be so if not how could I govern a dome overflowing such unscrupulous souls, fear is the only way I can subdue them, as it's the only way to earn your respect, which I'm very much sure you understand by now", Death narrated as they vanished into the blackness of a portal hidden behind the throne.

Within a split second of walking through the darkness of the portal, they were effaced with the smoky atmosphere of the highest perch on this plane, which happened to be the very top of the castle which loomed high above the bottom of this pit, from there you could see across the entire plane. It was a built-out balcony with balusters, which signified that this was some kind of a royal lookout for Death, the way he walked closer to the balcony, looking down at the plane, thousands of feet below, the Centurion could tell he enjoyed the scenery, and that made the Centurion wonder the countless number of times Death must have spent observing him from his high perch without anyone's consent, that thought alone sent a chill running through his spine. And Death seemed to perceive that.

As he followed Death towards the balcony, placing his hands on the decorated balusters to steal a peak from this glorious height, he adjusted his sight in order to see through the distance, the darkness and the smoke filled atmosphere, he watched as the souls underneath, the newly recruited souls hammered on the rocky floor, going through there unending routine of mining for azroth, used in forging the assorted weapons used by the reapers.

"I watched from this very spot as you were borne into this world of mine, at the very first sight of you I felt there was something different about you", Death started,

" Yes, another freak of nature you are, maybe another product of an unusual accident…..I can't really tell, I should have ordered for you to be destroyed even before you gained consciousness, no…..that would have been unlike me….in fact it would have been a sign of weakness for it would have shown that the immortal Death was threatened by the presence of a mere mortal…..I wish I could tell how you came to be, I wish I could see through your blank memories, but nevertheless, look what this place has built you into, a fine warrior, though truly I would have loved to know what manner of man you were, but truth is I prefer the manner of soul this place has built you into, and I think you owe it to this place to equally return the favor". Death said as he slowly shifted his gaze from down below and unto the Centurion, fixating his burning eyes on his, the Centurion could tell he was searching his soul for any unusual response, but none, for the Centurion was as blank as a robot, devoid of emotion.

"I got every report of how you climbed up the ranks so quick, surviving whence others fell, I knew at once whomever you were in your past life was indeed a survivor, cause you have the makings of one, and now that same fate which have guided you have brought you to a point were your capabilities will be of fruition, you owe that fate which has brought you this far...cause with this mission you are about to embark on, the fate of the whole world lies on your shoulder". Death narrated in that cold tone of his.

"The reason I brought you up here is cause unlike those before you, your mission is quite more important so you unlike them need more than the programming of Ergo's machine, You need to have the true knowledge of what you are getting into cause only that I think will spark the fire needed to accomplish this assignment of yours. I'm very much sure you've heard the story of my closest acquaintance who betrayed me, the more reason I find it so hard to trust anyone, I'm sure you've heard the treacherous tales of Cain, my acquaintance who stole that which belong to me; the soulstone".

"Walk with me, let me feed you on a little knowledge of the history of this place, cause you can't really play a part on shaping its future if you don't have even a slightest knowledge of its past", Death said as he got his hands off the balcony and put them behind his back and led the way towards the portal which led back into the castle, while the Centurion whom for long digested his speech while enjoying the eccentric view from the height followed, forcing himself to withdraw from the magnificent feel of it. Death at once felt this lost souls repressed hunger for power, which faintly reflected through his love for this heights, and Death quickly made provisions within himself to exploit, this unsurfaced trait.

New chapter

The Mission;

The Centurion followed the shadow of Death, being a brave cold soul, which made even Death to wander what manner of man he must have been during his time on earth, devoid of fear of the most revered entity in this plane and the ones above, he followed. As they marched through a labyrinth of corridors, which he was sure none of the souls which were outside the castle could never had thought existed.

They got to a particular section of the labyrinth which the Centurion couldn't help but take note of the thousands or would he say countless of human skull's stuffed on the walls of the narrow corridor from the floor to the ceilings, a certain cold feel washed over him as he swept his eyes through their dark hollow eye sockets which seems to try to drag him in if he dared focused on any.

"Do not stare too long into the eyes of those skulls, lest they pull you into the dark void, whence there body rest and decay, the skulls represent the body of every soul that made it into this place, those hollow sockets leads to where there body lay, rotten or preserved", Death said not even turning back to look at the Centurion, evidence that he knew Whatever came across the Centurions mind.

"Before Cain this place used to be so quiet, as silent as a grave, the echoes of his scream was what awakened me from my timeless slumber, his call for company, as he was tormented by solitude. It was then I knew chaos has broke out on earth, believe me I anticipated everything which came after, for human beings are like sheep's which follows the path of there predecessors, mindless of what calamity awaits at the end of that road. Ever since then visitors has frequented in this humble abode of mine".

"Do you know why I call them visitors", Death asked as he paused and quickly turned on his heels to fix his gaze on the Centurion who followed behind like a lost sheep. The Centurion answered with that blank gaze which he shot back at Death as he equally stopped on his motion.

"I call them visitors cause non has come to stay, they always go, cause this place wasn't made for things as frail as the human soul, but thanks to the foolishness of mankind to take upon itself this demeaning form, that most find themselves here. The real tragedy is that the greater the number of them that end up here, the faster we get lowered down into the grinding wheels of Abbadon. And that's such a bad fate for this little portion I seem to have inherited, if not for the thefty sleekly betrayal of Cain I could have afforded to harbor this lost souls which find themselves here, of which it was still him who opened up the portal to this place which many couldn't help but saw fit to follow. The soulstone was the only thing which for ages had kept Abbadon at bay, the moment Cain stole it, the wheels of Abbadon has continually grinded eating away on the layer which demarcated our world from the world of utter darkness and nothingness. Now I know you all can't feel it but its just a thin layer that lies between our world and Abbadons, and Abbadon spares nothing not even a soul not even me, Cain out of his ignorance doesn't know of this he knows nothing except for his selfishness which have done nothing but always inflicted humanity and this time nature at large with pain and suffering, cause Abbadon will never stop at this plane for after it cuts through our thick ground it will easily consume materiality from this point up until the whole upper planes will be consumed including earth itself, and that would be such an I'll-fate for humanity and us because we couldn't hold our ground.....", Death narrated with that frightening look on him, which inflicted to the Centurion the high level of seriousness of the matter at hand.

..."But if you my friend could find and bring me back the soulstone, I can save this plane, those above us and even earth, and believe me when I do earth and all those entities hovering both on it and above it shall owe us a favor. And I know that will imply me walking topside, and guess to whom I will leave this place all to...?, …..you!!!, for it shall be your reward for saving it, mark my words for I may be called cruel cause I keep to them, unlike Cain, and this you will come to find out". Death finished as he stopped in front of separate skull stuffed into what seemed like a built in safe meant specifically for this skull.

"There….this body has been prepared and waiting for your arrival", Death said gesturing towards the skull whose eye glowed green unlike the others.

" oh I almost forgot, you will be needing this"…, Death stretched out both hands and two scythes appeared on both hands.

" This is the scythe of Pain, fashioned by Cain himself, capable of destroying every soul, inflicting unimaginable pain on immortals", he said before handing them over to the Centurion, with his fixated gaze almost boring a hole through the skull of the Centurion.

"I would have as usual suggested a timer….", Death said as he dangled an hourglass held by a silver chain on one hand, "….but your mission is different....godspeed my friend the fate of the world rests on your shoulder", he said before the Centurion who was already standing facing the particular focused his gaze on it, and then "WHooosh", he was sucked in.

Chapter 3;

Topside'

As the Centurion focused his gaze on the empty eye socket which glowed brightly illuminated by the green light which filled the blankness, all of a sudden he felt this pulling force which pulled unto his entirety, until the green glow gave way to a deep darkness that engulfed all of him.

Instantly he began falling into the deep darkness which now was the only thing surrounding his freely falling body, which made it feel almost like he was suspended and not dropping into this limitless blackness. Deeper and deeper he fell into the hollow blackness for what seemed to him like infinity, all of a sudden he could see this distinct wraith like figures soaring out of the blackness, hovering about him, reaching out there hands to clutch at him. That was when he was able to see what remains of the face of the one that dived unto him and grabbed him, the familiar feeling struck him as he recognized the one through the contact of touch, it was one of his victims at the death-match, it wasn't till the other one also launched unto him that he recognized that this was where the remnants of the souls of those who died in the pit was left to decay in utter darkness.

It was during this struggle that he finally understood that what felt to him like falling was actually him floating upwards, it was when the wraiths tried to drag him further deep beneath that he understood that what he at first felt was gravity was an upward pull to the top. That was when he remembered the Scythe handed to him by Death, it was at this moment he recalled what Death told him about the Scythe of Cain and how it inflicted pain upon any creature both dead or alive, mortal or immortal, immediately the scythe appeared in his hands, the only illumination in this realm of darkness because it glowed bright green.

It was as if the glow attracted more of the wraiths as they seem to grow in number forming a whirlwind as they circled about him, creating more a downward sucking force like a blackhole. That was when the Centurion with the prowess of a great warrior started furiously fighting them off with the scythe, tearing there formation apart until they gave way screeching as the blade of the scythe cut into as many that dare to hold the wall of whirlwind, and this change in motion diffused the sucking effect they where creating and he started once again floating upward, faster and faster this time.

It was as he fought off the remaining of the wraiths who dared to follow at such great speed that he began to notice the atmosphere was getting brighter, his gaze followed the source of the illumination as he looked up to see himself approaching the very bright light which shone from above him. Only to feel another hand clutching at him from underneath, he turned again to see another trail of wraiths following up, floating straight at him in fast pursuit this time determined to drag him down to drown with them in the blackness of the realm below. He dared not turn to face them but rested back his focus on the bright light determined to collide into it knowing it was his only chance to escape this darkness. The urge to bathe in the light seemed to be what propelled his upward motion faster towards the source of light as he approached faster, and the light brighter.

By this time the wraith which was fast behind him has grasped him from behind, clinging to him with all of its might as he now got a full glimpse of the source of the light, the roof of this bottomless realm was a dome shaped glass-like lens which spread across the entire top, very brightly illuminated by the white light which must be the only thing above it.

The Centurion curled into a ball to brace himself for impact as he felt himself smashing right into the overly large dome shaped top which spread across the infinite dimensions of this vast realm, he felt like a grain in a desert of such massiveness.

At great speed he slammed into the greatness…..BRASHHH!!!

CHAPTER 3:

THE AWAKENING;

WoooSsshh,

He jumped to his feet, at great speed, only to meet a sudden quietness which seemed to welcome him. As he opened his eyes which was starting to readjust from the very bright light which it encountered for what seemed to the Centurion like a split second ago.

Readjusting his sight quick enough for what ever threat that may have followed him here, first thing his glance picked up was the hooded figure which stood right at his line of sight, and that sent a surge of alertness running through him. Scanning through the dim lighted space which seemed more to him like some sort of cavern or Tomb, He noticed that it wasn't only one hooded figure, but twelve of them who surrounded the coffin placed on a concrete platform, he could feel there burning eyes fixated on him right under those heavy hooded black priest like overalls which they wore.

His memory slowly gathering, he remembered Death making mention of his Order of Priesthood, called Druidrons.

This must be them; he thought, as he began to lower his arm only to notice he already wielded his scythe and has already assumed an attacking stance, a killing machine he was. In an instance he would have slashed through his welcome band wagon.

The whole time the cloaked figures stood, almost lifeless, like they expected everything that ensued, The Centurion standing now, staring at all of them back to back. Raised both hands as in a gesture of surrender, and the Scythes vanished with it a trail of green flames.

It was then that the cloaked figures began chanting in ancient tongue which the Centurion couldn't make out, at the end of what seemed to the Centurion who stood there, like an endless mumbling. They all chorused;

"All hail the Centurion, the conqueror of the underworld, the wielder of the scythe of pain, and the harbinger of destruction unto the destruct"….

He could feel sudden heaviness on his being as they continued there chants, he looked at his hands this body which he woke up in has already been treated and fully dressed. He was almost amazed by such divine art, which this druidrons must have performed on this body. But most of all he tried to recall what it felt like to be alive.

Topside;

He thought, finally he was here. He could remember the struggle he had to endure to get here, now he is here would it make it easier or did he just make it to the actual battleground.

He thought amidst the echoes of the chants fading off amidst his thought.