Prologue
The world is falling, and I taste for blood.
So thought the man hidden by the shadows of Death. He had been stuck here for nearly 3 years, or so he thought, for time was hard to discriminate in the depths of the land of shadows. He smiled as he smelled the flesh of He Who Killed Him.
His wavy red hair moved at a slight breeze that pushed away the darkness. His grin was quickly replaced with a frown. There was never wind down in the Underworld. He felt light crawl up his back as a door creaked open. The man turned around on his heel to investigate, and another current parted his hair to reveal deep black eyes and a pure white face. There was a man standing in the doorway.
"Who are you?" hissed the Shade in his best tone. There was a brief silence that followed as the wind stopped.
"I am here to bring you back." answered the man in doorway, resonating in slightly bass tones. The Shade opened his eyes wide. He would know that voice anywhere.
"What are you doing here, My Lord?" questioned the Shade, trying to appear as loyal as possible. The man in the doorway shifted his feet uneasily.
"I have been brought back by forces greater than ever before, and I am here to free my most loyal servant." the man responded, and without waiting for a response, he continued, "Follow me if you wish, for I intend to reclaim my rightful land." With that, he elegantly stepped out of the Shade's view. The Shade grinned like a madman (well, technically speaking, he was mad). This time the boy would not escape his clutches. Oh, he know that his master wanted He Who Killed Him for himself. But this time, that would not happen.
The world is falling, and I taste for blood.
He repeated that phrase in his head. Yes, the boys blood will spill into the Shade's mouth, and once that is complete, everyone would fear the name Durza.