Souls

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"Men to my aid!" Elijah yelled as he led his men into battle.

 "You cannot destroy me, boy! You have no power over me!" Alistair laughed as his golden eyes glowed.

 "Maybe not but I have the blessings of Lady Ophelia on my side!" Elijah said sword clashing. 

The two men fought vigorously as swords clashed every time.  The two armies fought until Elijah cut Alistair's head off, it rolling on the ground as Alistair's sword entered Elijah's body. Elijah pulled himself to the nearest tree as he called for a medic. That's when he noticed that the battlefield was quiet as death. He pulled out his flute and played, despite the dead around him.

Stay Alive

A voice echoed in his head.

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Two Soul Reapers walked the battlefield, helping the Dead cross over. A giant spider walked behind them.

"Spoof, stay here. Don't know if there are any traps laying around bud." The male reaper waved to the spider.

Elijah heard the voice and stopped playing his flute, now forcing himself up and away in an attempt to hide, but his movement caught the attention of the Reapers.

"There's someone still alive and moving over there. Why don't you check it out while I handle these?" The female Reaper named Vix said, most of her focus is on the souls she's collecting.

"Shit..." Elijah panted, it's getting increasingly difficult to move.

"Hey! You there! Halt!" The male Reaper ran towards him.

Elijah leaned against the tree he was on and slid down, knowing he won't be able to escape with the wounds he's got. Elijah stared up at the Reaper with wide eyes, feeling a sense of fear washing over him as he believes he's gonna die.

Don't die. 

The voice repeated in his head, there seems to be a power around Elijah that would prevent the man from taking his soul.

"You're hurt, here...drink this." The man said handing him a white Elixir.

"How do I know I can trust you?" Elijah asked, his hand held on where the sword is stuck into his chest. There is a lot of blood, some of it not even belonging to Elijah but to Alistair who is now being replaced by another God.

"I can tell it isn't your time yet young man." The Reaper said. "Drink it or else it would be."

Elijah took it and stared for a few moments before speaking. "Damn it if you're lying I'd die regardless.." and then he drank it. After drinking it, he gripped the handle of the blade in his chest, took a deep breath, and pulled it out.

"FUCK!" It hurt. A lot.

Elijah breathed rather heavily as his wound began healing, he was feeling lightheaded as he's bleeding profusely. 

"Who..are you?" Elijah managed to ask, his eyes closed tightly now.

"Klaus Gunnerham. Soul Reaper." And just like that, he was gone.