Kyrie Morte, the Lord of Death, has been banished to life on earth by the God of Hell, known to all as Satan. Kyrie has been wandering earth for centuries, trying to find a way to escape his curse. He has immortality, which was seen as a positive thing. But he has been stabbed, cut, burned, shot, ran over by vehicles, even thrown out of flying machines. He now wants no part of his immortality. He wants to end his torment, he wants to be able to rest in peace. He can't take this pain anymore, he wants to die. Until then, he must live eternally.
Chapter 1
Kyrie Morte opened up his eyes and found himself hanging by his wrists chained to a concrete wall. He looked around and saw dozens of men and women holding swords and blades in their hands. "What's going on" he asked the all. "You are to be executed for your acts of tyranny" a masculine man stated. Before Kyrie could speak, they began burning their weapons and slicing his body relentlessly. Kyrie felt the hot blades slicing, stabbing, and mutilating his body. The people showed no mercy, but despite their best efforts, they couldn't kill him. They had disemboweled his body, cut his body wide open, and even set him on fire. Kyrie felt great pain, he even experienced fatigue. Kyrie tried to end the pain by holding his breath, but as luck would have it, he did not die. He couldn't take the pain, he clenched his teeth, then he inhaled the blood from the bodies of those who were cut by accident. His teeth sharpened, his nails grew longer and sharper than normal, and he formed a black wolf tail. He broke out of the shackles with ease, then he dashed out of the way of the attacking people. He let out an air splitting howl that caused blood to fly from the mouths of the humans who intended to kill him. Kyrie fled the scene and leaves the human bodies on the ground. He landed outside, washed over by the light of the full moon. He returned to his home, greeted by his wife and son. "Dad, where were you?" his son asked. "Nowhere to worry about son. You okay?" he asked the boy. "Yeah" his son exclaims loudly and proudly. Kyrie walks toward his wife, and whispers into her ear. "I'm surprised his body is strong enough to hold back the beast" he told her. "I don't think he has your bloodline dear" she told him. "Just give him some time, he'll show us one of these days" Kyrie told her. "Kyrie, its time for our departure tonight" his wife told him. Kyrie nodded, then he picked up his son. "Dad I'm not sleepy yet" he told his father. "Son, I think its best if you go to sleep" he told his son. He put his child under the covers of his bed, then he kissed him on his forehead before he left his room. His son was scared when he saw something he wished he hadn't. He saw his father shed tears before he left his room. He tried to forget that as he turned over and fell asleep. The next morning, his parents were nowhere to be found.