Chapter 1: Hel's Master
"I seek what you took from me many years ago, Hel
. And I aim to get it back!" hissed out a figure bathed in dark shadows.
"I don't know what you..." Hel
started to reply until a green clawed hand suddenly came out of the shadows and deftly slapped Hel
which caused the girl to collapse in shock.
"DO NOT DEFY ME!" enraged the deep hissing voice as it retracted the arm back into the shadows.
Holding her bruised cheek from the blow the figure had struck out at her, Hel
glanced up at the shadow-like form as a green face emerged with a frown of silent fury upon its face. The Spectre was a cruel beast who enjoyed tormenting others. If you were to cross him he could snatch you in his shadow-like grip and you would never be seen or heard again.
"Hand me the artifact," commanded The Spectre, his reptillian-like green hand which had struck Hel
a few seconds ago once more coming out from the Cloak Of Shadows that he wore. It was outstretched as if to clasp something. Glancing up at The Spectre in defiance, Hel
felt his eyes Pierce
hers which made her glance away. With an intake of breath, Hel
exhaled and a small beam of light trickled from her mouth.
With his bony green fingered claws stretching down, The Spectre grabbed the trickle of light and then lifted his arm, letting the light curl around his fingers in an everlasting cycle.
"You have done well, Hel
. But do not disappoint me again," hissed The Spectre.
(to be continued...)