Demon Prince

Death

The man looked back at the figure chasing him. His breath came in full gasps, as he tried to outrun the person chasing him. He dashed between an alley, pulling down garbage bins to try to slow him down. The figure just leaped over and landed on its feet.

"Why are you chasing me?" He asked, his voice shaking.

"You have something I need." The voice was deep and coarse like it was being masked.

It was completely dark, the night bringing shadows and eerie noises, heightening his fear. The man frantically glanced around to find a place to hide. But all the buildings were already closed since it was two in the morning. At the end of the alley, he took a left and saw a huge building at the end, completely boarded up.

There no vehicle parked in front which was a surprise since drug dealers tend to occupy these kind of places.

"I'm going to find you, no matter where you run or hide."

The man went around to the back of the building, searching for a way into the building. He didn't see anything at first, but just as he passed a pile of boards he noticed an opening between the boards. He slipped between them and went into the building.

It was utterly dark. No light. Not even a sign of life.

He took his phone from his pocket and turned on the flashlight. No way could he walk around without a source of light. He shone the light around to check his surroundings.

Nothing much was in here. Just some rusted equipment, and a few lockers.

His gaze fell upon a door on his left, a sign declaring it 'Private'. He drew a long breath, steeling his nerves, as he trudged toward the door.

He was almost to the door when he heard a scratching sound coming from one of the lockers. His feet glued to the floor at the sound as his heartbeat seemed to reverberate loudly in his ears.

"Who's there?"

He didn't know why he opened his mouth, possibly giving away his location. Silence was his answer.

Pointing his light at the locker then it started oscillating. Turning he cautiously made his way to the stairs, pointing his light every time he heard a noise. The stairs led to another stairwell. He knew that the figured was already in the building stalking him like a shadow.

"If only you had leave that woman alone."

The man turned his head trying to find where the voice was coming from. But all he saw was shadows.

"I'm really sorry about killing her. I just needed her to shut up."

"No, you're not." The voice whispered close to his ear. A shiver run down his spine at the coldness.

He looked to where the voice came from but yet again, there was only shadows.

"What do you want from me?"

"Your soul."

The figure stepped from the darkness, the shadows making it look taller and imposing. Red eyes stared at him, an aura so menacing that he felt it all the way to his bones. A gloved hand wrapped around his neck, lifting him off his feet.

"Help! Help! Help!"

"No one is coming to help you." The figure growled. "Your punishment has already been decided."

He screamed as an intense pain started from his head to his chest.

Blood dripped from his nose, eyes and ears. His chest felt like it was being ripped open from the excruciating pain.

"Oh God!"

"There's no God here. Only death."

The sound of his bones being crushed echoed through the building. His screams getting more and more louder. Then the noise ceased, and his body was thrown to the ground like a limp rag doll. The figure watched as the man's soul left his body. A black bottle appeared and the soul entered the bottle.

The figure pocketed the bottle then vanished.