Aeolus stood as a shadow rushed him from out of the forest. Aeolus had no weapons, not even his magic. Ever since the love of his life had died he had lost the will of his magic and his weapons one by one had vanished or had been lost. He kicked a rock at the shadow as a sword was flung at him from the shadow. Even without his magic Aeolus was still faster than the shadow on any given day.
Aeolus saw the sword was made of mithlir as he flipped over it he saw the hilt had blazing red ruins on it. The sword belonged to the wraith Abaddon whom Aeolus had sworn revenge upon for killing his entire village. He now knew that death had finally come to take him to his clan. The sword embedded itself in a tree behind Aeolus as he landed on his feet crouching. Aeolus ran toward the threat as his nails lengthened into very fine points. His teeth bared ready to tear out the wraiths throat. Aeolus's eyes turned blood red as a blood lust coursed through his veins. Abaddon Called the sword back to him, saying a few words. Aeolus sensed the sword ripping itself from the tree and flying back the way it had come he back flipped running toward the wraith.
"You will die today wraith, "said Aeolus his true form showing.
"A vampire? This is a new twist isn't Aeolus," said Abaddon. "Any last words before I kill you like I did your clan?"
"Yes."
"And?"
"I'll see you in hell Abaddon," spat Aeolus as he swung his right hand at the wraiths throat.
The wraith said a few words freezing Aeolus where he was. Aeolus saw images pass before his closed eyes. He saw his lover the love of his life become one of the wraiths concubines, saw his family murdered for being the undead, and last he saw his entire clan burned at the stake. At the moment Aeolus had found another reason one more thing to believe in something to fight for. His eyes snapped open as he continued the movement toward the wraiths throat instead he switch directions and snapped his left hand down toward the sword Abaddon held in his hand. Aeolus grabbed the hilt of the sword ripping it from the grapes of the wraith.
It was finally time for Aeolus to bring death to his knees. Aeolus twirled driving the sword at Abaddon's ribs attempting to gut him. The wraith barely got out of the way before Aeolus moved behind him with an unnatural speed. The wraith pulled a dagger and drove it into Aeolus's chest. Aeolus coughed up blood spitting it into the wraiths face he took the dagger, swinging his arm in a circle brought both the dagger and sword together fusing them together with the magic that now coursed through his veins with the blood lust. He twirled the newly created weapon around his body readying himself for most likely what he believed to be his final battle.
Aeolus rushed his foe ready to take back everything, bring back his people, and take revenge upon the one who caused him so much pain and misery. This was Aeolus's time to find his true calling as the number one killer in the country. He drove his blade into the wraiths waiting swords way flipping the hilt at the wraith drawing blood from the wraiths chest in the exact spot Aeolus was stabbed by the dagger. He brought his left hand into the wraiths chest.
Aeolus tore his heart out letting the blood gush and rush forth from the wraiths body.
"I shall now drink the blood of the one who killed and enslaved my people. I told you id see you in hell wraith now I will," said Aeolus with a laugh.
"She was a great concubine,"said Abaddon with the last of his strength before Aeolus tore out his throat, ripped off his head and scalped him.
