• Prologue
    "When will this nightmare end? Black is the color of day. Red is the color of night. Dark days. Bloody nights. That's what to expect from us. We hide the light and kill to destroy the bad memories. That's what we are. We are.....Death.
    "Blood is our wine and flesh our bread. We are in love with despair and hate happiness. Our swords are forged from bones. Our clothes are strewn with tears.
    "We look like normal humans. Mere mortals you could easily kill. Our eyes are black. Our bodies are strong. We strive for the impossible and dream of the common thing's in life. Mere mortals? Maybe. Death? Affirmative.
    "That's what we Death are like. We are cold and hate warmth. The light is our enemy and shadows are our allies. Our fires burn with blood. Our waters flow with tears. Death. That's what we are. Lovers of hate. Haters of love.
    "That is Death. We are Death. I am Death. And now the whole world shall end with Death."
    These are the words from the realm Deathbrim's proverbs of right and wrong. This is the first proverb. The last one is very similar.
    "We will always hunt for sinners. Our stomachs are the passageway to Hell itself. That is our only true purpose. To lead the cursed to the eternal pits of fire. Once eaten, there's no turning back. Deathbrim is the last place to repent. After that, Death will truly consume you. Death's purpose. A gateway to either Heaven, or Hell."
    Chapter 1
    A Sour Beggining
    Lightning flashed in th black sky. A blond boy ran through the forest. The Forest of Tears it was called for the many deaths in it and so many witnesses to them. The boy's breathing grew faster and heavier. His face was moist with rain, tears and blood.
    "Come back here you little wretch!" A young woman attacked the boy from behind. "Drat! Only cloth! I'm going to kill you and send you to Hell!" The boy ran even faster.
    "Leave me alone!" The boy screamed. Suddenly, words with a much deeper tone poured from his lips. This voice was much older and had a more sandpaper tone to it. These words were like no other;as if they came from Hell itself. Flames spouted from the earth and engulfed the woman as she cursed and screamed. The boy continued to run as he left the inextinguishable flames eat to their heart's desire.
    Several hours later, the boy collapsed from exhaustion as the sun rose lazily from the horizon. As he lay drenched on the ground, he began to grow and age incredulously fast. Soon he was a 14 year old boy shivering in his own sweat. Heavens. The boy caught a fever.
    Chapter 2
    Only A Girl
    "Hey. Hey you! Wake up!" A distant voice reached the boy's numb ears. It was the voice of a girl no more than the age of seven or eight. "Dude, you okay?" The boy began to open his eyes. As he tried to get up, he began to cough up blood. "Woah big fella! Take it easy! I just patched up your injuries so don't reopen them." The girl's dark hands were cool against his skin.
    He slowly laid back down. "Sorry. Thanks by the way." The girl giggled
    "Aw, it was nothing. I'm Ella." She dabbed the boy's head with a wet cloth. "What's your name?"
    "Dracove. Dracove Mandrake. 14 year old Death bringer." Ella stared at him for a moment and
    began to laugh.
    "Wow, that's some impressive title you have there! I guess I don't have to be all adorable and cute,my fellow Death bringer!" Ella's voice grew more mature and graceful as her body did the same. "My full title is Ellasilora Pendwig. 15 year old Death bringer. Soldier status." Her voice gave a dignified air to it as she stated her age and status. Dracove of course was not amused.
    "So you follow the commands of the Deathbrim military? How low have you sunk to enter that damn facility?" He started to have a hacking cough. "Couldn't you take care of your parents or something? The older they are the easier it is to lose a limb. That's what normal 15 year olds do now a days."
    "Don't have any parents." Ella looked at Dracove's face. "Someone killed them," She jumped up on
    the limb of a tree. "That's why I joined the military. The one who killed them is at commander status."
    Dracove scoffed. "How can you be so positive?" He began to stand up until blood started to flow from under his bandages. "Ugh!" Dracove clenched his stomach.
    "I told you not to get up!" Ella jumped back to the ground. "Oh great. You've reopened those huge gashes. Do you know how long it took to patch you up?" Ella sighed. She let Dracove use her as a crutch as they limped towards the stump of a felled tree. "I'll set you down here for now," Ella began to unbutton Dracove's dark tunic.
    "What are you doing?" Dracove blushed as he covered his bare body with his arms. "Button up my shirt! Hey, are you listening to - Woah. What are you DOING?" Ella reached underneath Dracove's bloody bandages. She loosened them and began to feel his skin.
    "Shhh. Don't worry. I'm only healing you. I'm not trying to possess you like a sycophant." Ella giggled as Dracove's blush turned an even deeper red.
    After a few moments, Dracove's skin started to glow. The cuts slowly closed back up leaving only faint scars. "There. You feel okay?" Ella wrapped fresh bandages from her pocket around Dracove's waist. "That should do it. Don't move anymore, 'kay?" Ella ruffled Dracove's blond locks and retreated back to the branch she had perched on. Dracove's face hadn't cooled down until late that night.
    Chapter 3
    Morning Prey
    Light fluttered through his thin eyelids. "Wake up, Dracove." Ella's voice drifted slowly into his ears."It's morning. Breakfast." Dracove opened his eyes drowsily.
    "Morning," Dracove rubbed his eyes. "Did you catch anything?"
    "Tsk tsk, Dracove. You should know that soldiers go on duty from dusk til dawn. Sinners. They take all eternity to repent." Ella's black armor shined blindingly across Dracove's eyes. When had she put it on?
    "Ugh. Sorry but could you take some of that off? It's too bright." Dracove squinted with distaste.
    Ella looked in surprise; eyes bulging as she inspected her armor. "What? This? Tsk, tsk," Ella shoke her head in disapproval. "Are your eyes that sensitive?" She paused for a moment. She said in a mocking tone,"Dracove Mandrake 14 year old Deathbringer." Dracove glared at her. Ella surpressed a giggle.