He had a choice .
Walter C Dollneaz , the final outcome of 'The Angel Of Death' project , surgically and mentally altered to be the latest and best vampire hunter , without overstepping the thin line between monster and man.
The table sat their in front of him , three items lay on it. A sword , a scythe and a pair of gloves with cords hanging out of their fingerless holes. He strode forward slowly , his audience (a few men in suits) in anticipation.
He ignored the sword , he was no leader or warrior , he would not charge to the front screaming cries of patriotism and fair play.
He looked over the scythe , he could kill enemies in their droves , reaping them like wheat in a field , each lifeline breaking like stalks . Walter had picked it up and was examining it slowly before dropping it suddenly as if it was on fire , he was no farmer or crop gatherer .
The Cord on the other hand … it was light and flexible , deadly yet restrained . This was the true weapon of god's punisher.
The boy selected the wired gloves , quietly placing them on as the men in suits scribbled down in their notebooks , muttering about their 'calculations' and 'expected efficiency toll' .
The boy took no notice of them , his eyes glued to the wires . A smile grew on his face though as a dark voice whispered in his mind "That night the angel of the Lord went forth and struck down one hundred and eighty five thousand men in the Assyrian camp. Early the next morning, there they were, all the corpses of the dead , are you ready little angel"
"Yes"
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More Young Walter , a origin this time . For those who don't know the angel of death has had three known weapons over his existence , a sword , a scythe (represented in the grim reaper aspect) and a cord .
