Note: read Chapter One here.
“A trifle overdone, wasn’t it Rex?”
The hooded figure turned to his companion, a slight and unassuming male. Possessing classically sculpted features, he was handsome by human standards. In fact, he was devilishly good looking, if one took into account the horns protruding from his forehead, and the way his eyes seemed to smoulder like the embers of a dying fire.
Rex gave a nonchalant shrug.
“Car accidents happen all the time, Haedt. Good as any other.”
Moonlight shone softly on Haedt’s gleaming scythe. Emaciated, almost painfully skeletal hands grasped the tool of death, his figure obscured by the dark, almost formless robes.
“As you say. Shall we get to work then?”
Haedt approached the unmoving figure with a purposeful stride, each step seemingly flowing into the next. The scythe almost seemed to glow in hunger. The same hunger that Rex’s inhuman eyes burned with, and the cruel way his lips twisted in a predatory smile.
Comments welcome as always, this is still a story very much in its infancy.