The moonlight shone in between the concrete buildings but still hitting the alley where a multitude of intimidating men with blades with runes of blood on them, a cloaked figure walks to them not making a sound, not even his steps.


    The men prepared for conflict the largest one of them gets out from sitting against a crate, smiling confidently due to the cloak figures'' lack of a weapon.


    Before the men could speak the figure punched the largest man in the face they could hear the sound of the man''s skull breaking along with the sickening sloshing of whatever is left of his brain, the figures face blank as he does this looking as if he crushed a bug.


    But it was obvious the figure was harmed too, they''re forearm had multiple bones sticking out however he seemed unfazed by this and in a second his arm healed, the sickening sound of bones rejoining filled the alley.


    The one of men snapping out of their nauseated daze run at the man blades drawn clearly not going to let down their guard like their unfortunate ally, as one of them swing at the figure they see the figure try to block with his left arm, the idiocy of blocking with bare arm makes the men smile.


    However, as soon as the blade sliced past the figure''s flesh and got caught in his bone the figure didn''t make a noise, and looked at the man as he struggled to dislodge his blade.


    The man activates a rune of fire already on his blade which makes the blade heat up until it glows and it melts through the bone and flesh of the figure''s arm making it fall off with a sickening mix of clots and blood.


    However the victory is short lived as the figure punches the man in the forearm with his right arm shattering both the figure''s hand and the man’s forearm making him drop his blade in agony.


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    The last two looked at each other seeing the figure''s lack of working arms and both stabbed the man in the chest going in between ribs and piercing his heart and lung, as the other man pierced his other lung, however he doesn''t make a sound or even any struggle, which sends a chill down their spines.


    The figure falls after a few moments, the blades still suck in his chest as he collapses onto the cold concrete of the alley seeming, unfazed still as his eyes eventually close. The men help up their injured ally and try helping inside the door they were protecting using the key of the large man who is now a corpse.


    However a sound stops them in the middle of turning the key, the sound of breaking bones and tearing flesh can be hear behind them, as they look behind themselves and hear a voice coming from the assumed to be dead figure as his now half regenerated boney left hand grips against the blade piercing his heart and rips it out, making them freeze in terrier.


    “Ahh much better, thank you for showing me where the key is, I’ll end this quickly to show my appreciation” the figure rips out the other blade and jumps at them at lightning speed not even letting the men react, breaking his bones as he cuts off the head of all the men, his wrists broken from the force, and the blades cracked beyond use.


    “Damn it, this is why i don''t use weapons, too much maintenance” the figure tosses the blades to the ground and finishes turning the key on the steel door. As soon as he walks in he sees a lab with leather curtains everywhere.


    However before he looks beyond them he gets hit in the back of the head with a pick, piercing his parietal lobe in his brain making the figure gargle words as he loses all feeling.


    He then yanks the pick from his skull and his brain heals then he speaks again “ugh much better, i meant to say not the brain asshole” he looks behind himself to see who hit him, seeing a balding man in a lab coat, and a wet spot on his pants where he pissed himself from seeing a man heal from a lethal wound.


    "Y-your the angel of death the Immortal mikal!" The bald man yelled fearfully, while backing up, mikal however just sighs tiredly "it''s too late to regret your actions now answer me. . ."


    “are you james? The man trying to make immortality with the blood of the poor?” mikal asks casually, treating these ungodly acts as if he''s seen them over and over again but still an expression of disgust on his face, James nods fearfully. However as soon as he does he gets the pick in between his eyes piercing his skull.


    As james loses the light in his eyes he tries pulling out the pick desperately and eventually collapse after a couple seconds of struggle "you disgust me" mikal says as he dips his finger in the mans blood and writes a large fire rune on the floor and the room erupts I''m flame, as mikal leaves.