Outside Creation, First Spark Dimension
"You know what you did, Valentine Lockwood."
"Killer."
"Demon!"
Valentine staggered, running as fast as his legs could carry him through a dark forest.
Yes—the feared Grim Reaper was running, not even daring to look back either. Since he walked through that portal, he ended up right here in this mysterious forest with an abundance of death energy.
Barely seconds later, he was plagued by ghastly whispers.
Then those ghosts started popping out one by one, screaming for one thing and one thing only.
His penance.
"I-I never killed for the fun of it!" He roared, trying to summon even a spark of his aether. "I owe you nothing. Leave me alon—"
He stopped dead so abruptly he stumbled ass-first to the wet ground.
Lightning flashed through the forest, illuminating a face he hadn't seen in thirty years. A small frame that haunted the deepest corners of his dreams for years before he learned to ignore it.
