"My name is Rin Hiko today is your funeral to stand here means death. I will slaughter you all!" Rin Hiko screamed with blood shot eyes, his aura sharp and tempered by the spear.
The army of a million armed warriors scoffed and smirked at the man's remark. To stand against an army of a million by himself and a black spear at hand was truly fearless, yet they saw him as a fool with a death wish.
This day would be written in history books as 'Death's Awakening'
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Eight days have passed from that day.
The sky was dim, the sun was hiding behind the mountains and the land was painted red. A figure stood on top of a mountain.
This mountain was covered in blood and made of bodies, its height seemed to reach to the clouds and its form was nothing but armor and corpses.
The figure was Rin Hiko his face was pale, his eyes were dark, his hair was dyed red along with his clothes, and his bodies was only being held up by the spear as he struggled to not fall.
Although he was completely exhausted his hatred and ferocity still were clearly visible.
From the bottom of the mountain in the darkness it casting a dark figure appeared as it slowly made is way up the mountain. His figure was clearly unnatural seven feet tall, hunched over, and carried a completely black scythe.
The moment he reached the top Rin Hiko broke out into laughter and started crying as if he had lost his sanity.
Death stood in front of him, and with a cold and sinister voice spoke, "I have come for your child." Laughter so horrifying that would drive anyone into suicide sounded. He spoke again, "I will give you two options this time, one becomes a 'Black Blood,' or two fight another million year world."
Rin Hiko smiled bitterly and commented, "I remember." he straightened his back and looked up as if remembering old memories then continued, "you only gave me one choice. To suffer..." His voice turned awful, "When will I be able to die?" He looked up, "I truly just want to forget to forget everything, to not suffer this torches, to not cry to the sky, to not train anymore, to not be hated, to live a normal life so please let me forget."
Death sighed he pulled back his hood to reveal two long and twisted blue horns. He spoke slowly, "I'm sorry chilled but that is no longer an option. The only other thing I can let you be is..." He hesitated for a moment before continuing, "Is a 'Crying Killer.'"
Rin Hiko shivered uncontrollably before asking in disparity, "Do I really deserve such a fate? To become one of those things?"
Death stood a foot from him before saying, "Do you really think that is the end of your story becoming a 'Crying Killer'?"
Rin Hiko stared blankly as Death spoke his next words, "I was an 'Eternal' before becoming Death, but you still have to three lives to go before becoming one, and yet your story is not over yet. After you still have to be reborn several more times."
Rin Hiko suddenly coughed a mouth full of blood before crying and pleading, "please let me die."
Death shook his head and said, "What is next for you is to become 'Black Blood' 'Crying Killer' 'LostFull' 'Eternal' but then your faith does not rest on my hands."
"I know my sins... Please, I wish to forget..." Rin Hiko spoke with sorrow in his heart and soul.
Death looked at him. His black skull raddled slightly as he spoke, "You will wish to forget what you are, You will regret who you are, you will regret what you have done, you will regret what you had, your soul will truly rot, and after your time comes again you will only have one choice...To mourn."
Death spoke again, but with less hatred, "I have known you for a while now so I will be honest with your what lies after that even I fear."
Rin Hiko cried his words out, "I guess you'll take me now to become a 'Black Blood'?"
Death drew his scythe and slashed it as an all the bodies seemed to have started to melt and a hole started to form slowly swallowing everything appeared. "Yes its time for us to part again until next time."
Death dissipated into black mist and deranged laughter was what was heard as Rin Hiko was swallowed into the pit of Death.
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