Reaper's Curse. Chapter one (imcomplete)

Mr. Weedle stared at his three guest in dispair. They wore dark red cloaks covering there features. They reaked of death and destruction, and everytime they moved or spoke Mr. Weedle had to fight an urge to get on his knees to grovel. They had an air of pure power about them that made him shiver in fear.

He should have never invited them into his house but coriousity over took his instincts. He poured himself some tea spilling more than he got into his cup onto the table. With shaking hands he held out the pot of tea offering some to the cloaked figures. Thankfully The middle figure declined seeming to speak for the rest of them as well.

"Mr. Weedle" the middle figure spoke his voice sounding like the combanation of other poor souls. The voice of the one before him put a sent a large chill down his back. He never knew anything could sound so demonic. "Mr. Weedle what is it you want most in the world."

Mr. Weedle stared at the creature dumbfounded that such a normal question could come out of its mouth. After he got over the intial shock of the question he opened his mouth to say, to be left alone but his mouth closed before the words could get out of his mouth.

He looked around his small home with it's broken windows, cracked cups and plates, and rotted wood. He remembered the reason he had been stuck here, because he didn't have the power to stop the royal tax collectors from taking his old house. He was forced to sit back and watch as the only conection to his family was taken from him.

It was then that the man who had always been one of the nicest in the slums. Began to think evil thoughts. Power is what I really need he thought then i could punish those who took wrongfully from me.

"I want power" he said forcefully somehow believing that these things could give him that power. His aversion to them lessened to the point where he no longer felt the need to look away when he talked to them.

Under the deep red hood the creature in the middle smiled a most horrible smile. Mortals were all to easy to control. He watched as Mr. Weedles face kept getting darker and darker thining about all the things he would do if he had power.

"I can make this possible... for a price of course" The creature pushed a document and a pen toward Mr. Weddle. "Sign on the line." The creature had to supress a shout of victory when Mr. Weedle signed the paper without reading that the price of power was his soul. The second coming of his master was at hand. This time the creature couldn't stop its self from chuckling darkly.

Chapter One-Leaving

"Happy 16th!" A group of orphans and the battle-master yelled at the top of their lungs as Ryul walked into the commons. He forced a smile on to his face. He hated parties, infact he had pleaded with the Battle-master not to set anything up this year.

Every year Ryul had asked the Battle-Master to just forget about his birthday this year and every year a small group of his friend ambushed him with presents none of them could afford. He knew the Battle-master had been behind the attacks. Ryul sighed sometimes he thought the Battle-master just wanted to ruin his birthday.

Ryul reached for a large, long box reminding himself that he at least had to act like he was having fun. Ryul looked over the box nothing interesting except, Ryul stared at the label: From Battle-master Matt.