The Devil's Blessing

by Rudd the legendary

The beginning of a crossover where an man was cursed with the gift of immortality his saga began in the early days of earth A man born of revenge with a good heart he was reborn by a crow the representation of death only one immortal can live.

The Devils Blessing

The end

He sat alone in his living room, dark and gloomy. He sat there with a bottle of vodka and a book opened on a short wooden table. Drunk as can be he leaned over and vomited onto the floor taking the back of his hand wiping his mouth. In the room there was an icy chill, the windows were closed and there was no air conditioning in this old rundown apartment. He felt something. It was all a blur. Next morning the land lord found him hanging from the ceiling with his guts spilled all over the floor.

The beginning

The thin line between living and dying. The land was filled with bloodshed death was as common as breathing just that the breathing was their last breath. Darkness and death plagued this land like a disease. Luke was on his death bed when Death spoke to him, Luke, son of Eld, I see you're dead ," Death smiled.

"I am not dead ," he stated , " or am I ?"

" Hahaha indeed u are dead, do u want to die ?" Death asked a black figure where a mouth could be distinguished but no eyes or legs or arms could be determined the figure wore a cloak but this time the cloaks hood was down.

"Since I fought my hardest in this war, I WOULD LOVE TO DIE!" Luke said with pride and a large smirk on his face.

"I see u want a warrior's death, that's good," Death spoke in dry words, "but u were being selfish, what about the people u left behind on the field to die? You have no bonds with them? wouldn't you like to go back to make sure this war has ended in your favour ?"

Luke said nothing

"Just as I thought," at those words Death's mouth opened and a hand left its mouth and touched Luke on the forehead. It burned him, pain, as though the fires of hell touched him.

He awoke on the battle field with his hand over his face. Breathing heavily he looked up and there above him stood three of the enemy's soldiers. In black armour and red stripes, their swords drawn above him. In no time at all they plunged their swords into him leaving a scattered mess of blood. They left ensuring he was dead. Couple hours later he got up and walked away leaving the bloody mess of hell that could be said that was caused by the anger of Thor's hammer wielded by Odin himself.