Prologue.
The young man rushed through the forest, panting hard and sweating. Adrenaline ran through his veins as branches and bushes slammed against his skin. He turned and saw nothing behind him, deciding it was safe to stop.
He placed his hands on his knees, panting hard. His brown hair was sticking to his sweaty forehead. Brown eyes scanned the area around him, searching for the danger. "Aw, c'mon you pitiful human! This is getting boring and tiresome." A young voice called out from somewhere above him.
He froze in fear, and his eyes looked up, he was met by a faceless creature staring down at him from the branches.
"How many times have I told you," another, older, deeper voice commented, "to not to talk to your prey?"
Suddenly, a large black tentacle shot through the human, making him scream in pain. The younger creature jumped down and long black rope-like things began growing out of his back, attaching to the humans limbs and easily ripping them off. "Come on old man! It's so annoying to chase them this far into the forest just to finish 'em off that easily."
The human was screaming in pain, tears falling from his face as his crimson blood poured to the ground. "It's so no other human can hear its pain. Have you any idea how many times they've attempted to attack me? Just because I was young and foolish with my hunting, and villagers came running out to their aid? Trust me, Spawn, it's for the better."
Spawn sighed, and felt the urge to roll his eyes. He would've if he hadn't been in his hunting form. He wrapped a long tentacle around the human's throat, "I guess. Still more fun to slowly torture them for me." With those words, he sliced the being's head off. "There. Happy?"