Chapter 79 - Reaper (1) (1/2)
Very far from Boston, in a desolate place where the ambient infernal heat was definitely not comparable to that of a climate existing on Earth; a humanoid being was standing at the edge of a cliff that was overhanging by more than a hundred meters a river of lava whose other bank wasn't even visible to the human eye.
The air around him, like everywhere else, was heavy and so filled with blood that one might think that it was for this reason that the color of the sky and the completely parched land of this place was so similar to it...
As for the disgusting stench of death that was accompanying this air, the being right here who was currently smelling it would say of it that it was impossible to ignore it but that one would get used to it after years of living in Hell like him.
Speaking of him...
Setting aside the imposing pair of wings covered with black scales on his back, which was a definite proof of his non-humanity, one would think that he was a young man of the same age as Lazar based on his other physical characteristics.
A young man with a rather abnormal appearance to say the least...
He had long, straight, blond and filthy hair that stopped at his knees as well as extremely light blue eyes, was about 1.90 meters tall and had very salient muscles that weren't hidden by a layer of clothing because the only parts of his body that were covered were his genitals and buŧŧȯċks.
One of the two first things one would notice about him were his scars, or more precisely, the hundreds of cuts of varying depths that were covering his entire body without sparing his wings and face, thus depriving him of the angelic beauty that he could have had...
Looking at him more closely, he seemed to be waiting impatiently for something to happen, or at least that's what was suggested by the fact that he was stamping his foot frantically while staring at a strange tiny black dot above the lava river, a few dozen meters in front of him.
'What the hell is he doing? I shouldn't have pinned all my hopes on a fuċkɨnġ voice in my head...' As he was beginning to question the relevance of what he was doing while clenching his fists in frustration, the black dot he was staring at stretched, stretched, and stretched again...
It didn't stopped expanding until it became a circular portal with a 3-meter diameter.
Faced with this sight, the being was fascinated. He felt attracted by the darkness that was emanating from the portal as if surrendering to it would be far better than the fate he thought he would have in the future.
Dumbstruck, he even extended his arms towards the portal as if he wished to touch the pure and welcoming energy that it was made of.
”I'm warning you young man, the attraction you have for me isn't reciprocal.” Declared a teasing and sophisticated voice coming from inside the portal.
The being closed his mouth, which had been wide open until then after realizing that his weird behaviour had just been witnessed by someone.