Chapter 17: The Stranger in the Void

"Pastaman?" Shivan guessed, squinting in the darkness at the man before him. His robe was black, his eyes pale, his countenance cold. His expression was one of sorrow, locked away behind a wall of frustration.

"No."

"Um. Deathjester?" Shivan had seen him before, but he could not remember.

"Wrong again."

"What is this? Twenty Questions?"

"My identity is of no concern to you, Shivan of the YSB." The man took a step forward.

"What do you want?"

"Your soul."

"No, no you don't."

"Try me."

He advanced with lightning speed, bearing down on Shivan, brandishing a black knife encrusted with blood.

Shivan dodged the blow and unsheathed Heraii, slamming the flaming blade into the stranger. It struck his cloak and knocked him down. He rolled and stood up a few feet from Shivan.

"You cannot defeat me."

The stranger lunged into Shivan once again, but shivan raised Heraii; the man ran straight into it. The fiery blade pierced cloak and armor, and he went limp.

Shivan threw him off and dashed into the forest, Heraii blazing before him.