Fire bit at the tips of my black hair. The brown haired runed man glared at me with fear filled eye. He was right to be afraid of me. I was here to steal his soul.
"Come on, friend," I coaxed, letting some of my power seep from my own hidden rune.
He stopped for a second to gawk at the black mist growing around my back.
He mumbled a word under his breath. "Traitor."
One second was too long. I charged, my sword bared and swinging. It came up on his side, leaving a large gash below his right arm and bringing him down, screaming a banshees song.
I kneeled down, pressing my knee into his spine and pulling his arms tight behind his back. Blood soaked my hand, but I didn't mind, this is what I did.
"You...you're a traitor."
"Yep," I replied, "but I'm also the one who's gonna live to tomorrow."
I took a little vial from my pocket and found the maroon rune on his back. When I plunged the little needle into the "core" of his rune, his body froze. He let out a silent scream of pain. I let go of his hands and began massaging the rune out of his body until there was nothing left but the empty shell of a powerless human.
A lazy rune hunter who's also runed.
A strange man with a secret who's looking to prove himself.
A grumpy soldier.
Three strange people join together for a single purpose.
"The god gave us powers and then left us to be slaughtered. This is the fate the runed are born into."