Prologue
"That house is it. Right? I need to make sure I'm obliterating the right people. So is that the right house?" A man dressed in a black tailed coat asked. They were nothing more then shadows to everything around them. Even for the late hour, the lights were still on in the house proving that there was a family home, an unlucky family at that.
"Yes, that's be the house Silas, no, makin' a mockery of your self. In and out, that's all that need to be done." The other man said to Silas, he faced away from the house, he faced towered their neighbors across the street. They both wore masks, as white as an angel's wings. They were dressed as if they were going to some kind of dance, black gloves, white dress shirt, red vest, black tail coat, black pants, and wealthy looking shoes. The masks were what hid them from just formally dressed people. Something shown in those masks, like Death was looking threw at you and not the young men's eyes.
They both turned towered each other took a bow and went towered the houses they were previously looking at. A knife shown in Silas's hand, a sharp knife that could cut threw the air and make it scream with one simple flick. As he reached the door he stood still, flipped the knife so the sharp blade was held to his forearm. Silas took a moment to examine the door, nothing special about it, just another dark wood door, a nice glass window to look out of, but besides that nothing out of the ordinary. He was staling. His partner had already entered the other house across the street, but Silas stood there, unsure, uneasy of what he was about to do. It was his duty, it was his order from his Lord. After all he is a member of Hallows, he denied his Sins, so he could remain with his new found love, but this rested uneasy in his gut, it fell like a rock, when he was given this order. Now he regrets taking it.
Silas peered threw the front window off to the side, a man in a chair sat their, as his wife was in the kitchen. Oblivious, both of them, to the fate they were selected. And now the time has come. "They will die, all of them. They all must die." Silas repeated this in his head, he new there was going to be a twist, there is always a twist when he reminds you of that.
Silas took one last deep breath, and like a misted fog of shadows, he faded threw the door. His knife clinked with the door knob as he gathered to his form inside the warm house. No one heard him, no one has seen him.
"First victim will die unseen, unheard, but the wife will be the problem." Silas thought, he knew she would see him, let alone hear him. This quest had to be completed though, and time is running low on Silas behalf, he needed to make this a fast murder, a sloppy one. No matter how bad it is, they will all be dead. And if the Ministry did go after him, they wouldn't be able to catch him, or sentence him, to any of his thousand crimes. They'd blame the Death Eaters anyways. So there really was no sense in fearing for his lack of a clean kill. He just had to do it.
As he took his first few steps to the sitting man, he heard a noise on the stares.
"Children" Silas thought, "always children." He made a quick lunge into the living room straight towards the chair knowing his time was short. A quick, swift flick of his wrist, and the man was choking, and fell over dead. One clean slit threw the jugular and he was destined to die within the moments that it had happened.
Now the wife. She stood in the kitchen. Making dinner? Cleaning up from dinner? Silas did not know, nor did he really care, all that he knew is that as soon as he straightened up to stab her straight in the shoulder, a young girl came in, screamed then ran. Enough warning to the mother a bit to late though. For as she turned, the knife came down. Straight down. Into her heart, were all knives end up. She didn't die, at first, so the process was repeated until she fell to her knees, as Silas removed the knife she fell flat on her stomach, letting her blood pool the clean floor.
Now for the girl. Where did she run off to? Upstairs as he heard the foot steps shortly after the scream stopped echoing threw the house. Now he had only minutes to finish, for someone else had to hear that scream of horror. But where did she hide off to? Silas checked all the rooms, and found out that either, they were planning on a new baby or had just had one, for the last room he checked smelled of new arrival. This is when he discovered this wasn't going to be easy. If they had a baby, how could he kill it? While at the same time he is desperately pleading for one of his own.
These thoughts were corrupted as a small thud goes off in the room. "Closet, so obvious that there would be a hiding place, always in the closet." Silas new this for he had been on many missions in the past, with secrete hiding places. Most common is the closet.
"Time to come out, really hate to do this, believe me. But you see, he has summoned you, I'm just delivering the message. Time to go…" Silas ripped the closet doors open as far as they would go, turned his head, and saw it as plain as day, a wood door sitting there with a slit of light shining threw. He reached forward and yanked on the handle, to revel a girl and an infant wrapped up in blankets.
"So terribly sorry, but, you must go now, I'm afraid the horse is waiting for you outside." With that the girl was dead and the baby started to cry.
It was a boy, no more then a few months old by now. Silas couldn't help but take him. How could anyone kill a poor infant such as this one? Not even a monster as terrible as Silas knew he was, couldn't bare to take the child's life. 'Stealing candy from a baby' was not a fraise Silas could ever live by, nor did he ever dare to say it himself. The child would come to the Graveyard with him, and would bare judgment there. And if the child had to be killed, Silas would most defiantly not be the one to do it.
"Silas! What be this? This foolish act! How dare you define my orders, break your duties! You have never, you shall never!" The voice seemed to come from a shadow directed at a standing skeleton, wearing a black cloak that was nothing more the ripped up rages. He seemed to have no face, just a mouth, for that is all that showed from under the black hood. His visible skin was a shade of gray, he was bone and skin, that is all. He seemed to have no blood flow, and when he twisted, or threw his hands a bought you could see every bone in his body, his ribs, his spine, all the joints on his fingers. His name was Death, he was Death Himself, the GrimReapper, the Crow of Night, Your last Breath. But to his order, the Hallows, he was Death Himself. Silas was a Phantom, always was, always will be one. This was murder to himself for disobeying Death's command.
"My Lord. I know I have broken law here, by bringing this infant back, but say be the worst you already know my plead. You know my gift I wish to receive, and yet you, my Lord, cant be worth enough to spare me the rest of my servings to raise one child?"
This is how it is going to end Silas knew it. Death always wins in the end, but this time, life would take over, this time the bride would show herself. This was a gut feeling Silas had but he knew, that the Lady on the Stallion hated caring babies over the bridge. They were all forbidden to say her name as everyone else didn't even know it, Death made sure, his willing bride, kept away from the life she granted. If there was one God, the Phantoms would be the last to know, for The Lady grants life which creates the child, the parents raise the child, Death takes the soul, and the Stallion caries thousands of people over the bridge and back constantly. Phantoms never get to ride that mighty Stallion, they never get to experience his true strength, they get to dream about it, and wish they weren't cursed.
"Out of the question! Not in a million years have I…"
"This wouldn't be you, my Lord, it would be me. I can leave this graveyard like any other Phantom. I can feed him, cloth him, teach him when he comes of age. I will be his father, if at least guardian."
"Oy' Silas, you do not content. A child, a simple infant, in a yard, a court if you would, of murders? Do you not see the threat it places here? The trouble that will occur? What happens when that thing comes of age, and asks question? He is bond to find out, that he is not one of us, nor will he be one." Death had taken his victory sitting. Death won like always, and he always wins.
Silas didn't know what to do, he refused to kill the poor child. He couldn't bare to see it die by his doing, or Death's. He looked for a desperate answer. Maybe he could get out fast enough, before the Ghouls catch him and 'stork' the child. With that war going on and people out of there nut, children are barred to be left at some point now.
"I shall find him a new life, a new family, a better memory." a voice came from the wind before a figure of a young lady started to show, "Death my darling, you must not kill the poor child, he has suffered threw seeing murder, and your swift acts of judgment, he is only a few months old anyways. A simple re-birth, and I know the perfect mother! A perfect escape, a new breath, a destroyed memory. Will you except?" Silas's way out, Death would say yes. The child would live. The child must live. Death can never dyne the requests of his bride, he hasn't so far, and wont anytime soon. This mother wont even know the fate her child has already been scared to suffer, and Death will always dyne his name, until he announces it for the graves to rattle. This child will be a Phantom, only in time.
Death Himself nodded in agreement to his bride. She walked over in her silver silk gown, as all the moonlight is attracted to it, it shines it off like the stars at night. With gentle motherly hands she takes the baby, and climbs onto the Stallion, and like the ghosts it caries, it vanished into the night.
"The war will end, you shall live, it shall start again. In years time we shall meet again." Silas mumbled to himself, hoping this child will not face the fate that he has been killed to. In years time, he knows they will meet again. As the child's soul is taken up, and shared upon the new mother, he shall have a new life, a new family, a new memory.