Chapter 6: Protecting What Is Mine
Boris began to hear footsteps heading in their direction, they were so slow, it sounded like a beating of a heart.
A being appeared in the warehouse, stopping a few meters from the Boglodite, the being wore a black hooded cloak, its skeletal form could be seen through the sleeces and peeking a little through the hood, carrying a scythe in its boney left hand.
"Who are you?" Boris asked it.
"You may not know me, but I know a lot about you." It responded in a raspy whisper.
"I've never seen you in my life. What do you want?"
The figure pointed a claw like talon to the werefox lying on the floor. "I came to claim her soul."
Boris got up from his spot getting inbetween the two of them. "If you think I would let you take her away from me, you got another thing coming."
He turned his head half way back to his shoulder, looking at the unconscious werefox, who just moments ago comfess her love for him, even though she had belong to a previous mate.
"Phoenic, you've done so much for me; you revive my lost limb, brought my sweet boy back to me and gave us a place we can go to. Let us return the favoe."
Boris let out a protective roar, stretching out his arms, firing his palm spikes.
The figure responded by moving his scythe in a circular motion.
Boris was stunned when none of his spikes made contact.
The cloak figure took the opportunity to charge at him, his scythe was around his neck, about to cleave his head from his shoulders.
It hit Boris like a ton of bricks, as he realized, who the figure standing in front of him. Is this the people on earth's pesona of Death.