Eternal Undying Chronicles

The nightclub was in ruins, the once vibrant and chaotic scene now reduced to debris and silence. The entrance, which had once been guarded by imposing bouncers and marked by flashing neon lights, was now a collapsed mess of concrete and steel.

Rubble covered the doorway, blocking any chance of escape until the Reaper's dark steed had charged through, its ethereal form tearing through the debris like it was paper.

The destruction left in its wake was complete; the path now clear for its escape with the captive—a man who, judging by his attire and demeanor, was deeply entrenched in the underworld.

The others who had crossed the Reaper's path weren't so fortunate; their bodies lay strewn about, broken and lifeless, blood staining the floors where once there had been dancing.

Marcus sat in a corner, his heart still pounding from the chaos. Desperately trying to distract himself from the carnage, he pulled out his phone and scrolled down to the comments section on the live stream of the attack.

The section was buzzing, the usual chaos of internet chatter amplified by fear and morbid fascination.

The comments poured in, each one more frantic than the last:

@DarkAngel247: "Did you see that thing? It's like something out of a nightmare! Who the hell is this Reaper guy?"

@StreetHunter1985: "That wasn't just any hit; it was a damn execution! The Reaper's making a statement."

@GothamGuy: "You all realize this is probably just some psycho with a flair for the dramatic, right? No way this is anything supernatural."

@Baybel: "Did you not see his superpowers and his sword?"

@RedDawn67: "I'm not so sure... That thing he was riding wasn't natural. No normal human could do that!"

@HateWatcher: "Looks like the Reaper's got beef with the underworld. About time someone cleaned up the streets."

@QueenOfFear: "I'm never going to that club again. If the Reaper's targeting places like this, nowhere's safe!"

@Knightmare: "This is what happens when you mess with powers you don't understand. The Reaper's just the beginning."

Marcus's eyes darted over the comments, each one a mix of fear, speculation, and grim excitement. He could feel the tension in the club; everyone was shaken to their core.

The other boys who had been with him were silent, their faces pale under the dim lighting. Around them, the remaining patrons of the club whispered among themselves, their voices trembling with barely contained fear.

"Did you see that thing he was riding?"

"Was it a demon? It had to be, right?"

"I heard he's after anyone connected to the mafia. We're all dead!"

"Why didn't anyone stop him? The bouncers didn't even stand a chance."

"We should leave... but what if he's still out there?"

Their words hung in the air, the fear in their voices palpable. The way out was clear, but not a single person dared to be the first to leave.

The sounds of sirens began to wail in the distance, cutting through the heavy silence like a knife. Soon enough, the police arrived, their presence a cold comfort to the terrified crowd.

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As usual, law enforcement showed up only after the dust had settled, the danger long gone.

The officers moved in a practiced formation, led by a blonde woman with her hair tied in a messy bun. A few loose strands fell over her eye, barely hiding the dark circles underneath—evidence of too many sleepless nights.

Her gaze was sharp, taking in the scene with the detached efficiency of someone who had seen far too much in their career.

The team behind her consisted of uniformed officers moving in pairs, weapons drawn and scanning the area for any lingering threats.

Among them were a few specialists, identifiable by their more advanced gear—one carried a case marked forensics.

The boys didn't stand out in the crowd, but the sight of the police brought a wave of relief over them. The nightmare was over—at least for now.

Once the bodies had been cleared out, the officers began questioning the remaining witnesses, including Marcus and his friends.

The blonde officer approached them, her presence commanding attention.

"I'm Detective Jessica West," she introduced herself, her voice firm but not unkind.

"I'm going to ask you a few questions about what happened here tonight."

Marcus nodded, his throat dry. "Sure, whatever you need," he muttered, still trying to process everything.

"Did you see the Reaper before he attacked?" Jessica asked, pulling out a notepad and pen.

"Yeah," Marcus replied, swallowing hard. "He just... appeared. One second the music was blasting, and the next he was there, like he came out of the shadows."

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"It wasn't there at first."

Jessica jotted down his words, her brow furrowed in concentration.

"Did the Reaper say anything? Was there any kind of warning before he started... well, before the attack?"

"Nothing," one of the other boys chimed in, his voice shaking. "He just started... killing. It was like he didn't care who got in his way."

"And the man he took—did you recognize him? Was he a regular at the club?"

Marcus glanced at his friends before shaking his head.

"No, we didn't know him. But he was definitely involved with the mafia. The way he acted... he was scared out of his mind."

Jessica nodded, writing down more notes. "Thank you. If you remember anything else, don't hesitate to contact us." She handed them a card with her information.

"You don't think he'll come back, do you?" one of the boys asked, his voice trembling.

Jessica paused, glancing at the wreckage and the bodies still being removed. "The Reaper seems to target specific people. If you're not in his sights, you should be fine. But I'd stay clear of places like this for a while."

Another officer approached Jessica, a grim look on his face.

"Detective West, we've got confirmation that the guy he took is connected to one of the bigger syndicates. This might escalate if they think they're next."

Jessica sighed, rubbing the back of her neck. "Great. Last thing we need is a full-blown turf war on top of this mess."

She turned back to the boys. "You all should keep your heads down. If the Reaper's targeting mafia players, things are about to get a whole lot worse around here."

Marcus nodded, the weight of her words sinking in. "Thanks for the warning, Detective," he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. He exchanged nervous glances with his friends, the tension in the air thickening as the reality of the situation became clearer.

As the boys turned to leave, one of them stopped and looked back at Jessica. "Do you think anyone can stop him? I mean... he tore through here like it was nothing."

Jessica's expression hardened, her eyes narrowing as she considered the question.

"I don't know," she admitted, her voice low. "But if someone can, they haven't shown up yet."

With that, the boys made their way through the rubble and out into the night, the sounds of sirens and police chatter fading behind them.

After the questioning, the boys were finally allowed to leave. The police had taken the cameras, confiscating any footage that might have captured the attack.

Marcus and Liam exchanged glances but didn't protest, they had backups. The footage was already spreading across the internet, and they knew they hadn't lost anything important.

As they stepped out into the cool night air, the reality of what they had witnessed began to sink in. The city lights flickered in the distance, but the chill they felt wasn't from the temperature.

They had seen the Reaper in action, and it was something that wouldn't leave them anytime soon.

"Man, this was insane," Liam muttered, breaking the silence as they walked. "That thing—what the hell was that?"

Marcus shook his head, still processing. "It wasn't human, that's for sure. Nothing human does that... or rides something like that."

Liam frowned, his hands shoved deep in his pockets. "We're not talking about this with anyone else, right? It's already viral, but... I don't wanna get any deeper into this mess."

"No kidding," Marcus agreed. "But we might be involved whether we like it or not. This wasn't just some random hit."

Felix shot him a look. "You think the mafia's gonna come after us? Dude, we were just there to party."

"No, doesn't matter," Marcus replied grimly.

They walked on in silence, the sounds of distant sirens and the occasional car passing by the only noise filling the space between them.

They weren't sure where they were going, but they all knew they wanted to be as far away from the club as possible.

Jessica sighed heavily as she watched the group of boys leave the scene, their bravado shattered by what they had seen. Her eyes lingered on Marcus for a moment—he had seemed more composed than the others, but even he couldn't hide the fear that had settled into him.

They were kids, and tonight they had witnessed something that would haunt them for a long time.

"The guilty will know agony," she muttered under her breath, the words sparking a memory she couldn't quite place.

She had heard those words before. But where? Her mind raced as she made her way to one of the squad cars, opening the door and sliding into the driver's seat. She retrieved her laptop and began typing furiously, hoping to jog her memory.

"Got it," she whispered as the results popped up. "The guilty will know agony... it's from a game. I knew I'd heard it somewhere."

Jessica couldn't help but smile for a moment at the absurdity of the discovery. But the humor faded quickly.

"Does this mean the Reaper's just some twisted gamer? It doesn't add up." She tapped her fingers against the keyboard, thinking.

"That thing he was riding... it wasn't normal. A bicorn. Could it have been created with some kind of bioengineering? Or was it something else entirely?"

Her mind swirled with possibilities, but no clear answers emerged.

Jessica leaned back in her seat, staring at the computer screen as she replayed the footage the boys had captured. Her gaze narrowed as she focused on a particular moment—when the Reaper asked about Vito Carmine.

"Vito Carmine... Mafia boss. That makes sense," she mused. "But who the hell is Zagarath? And how does he fit into all of this?"

She rubbed her temples, trying to connect the dots. "The data bank was hit, then the precinct, and now this club. The first two were to gather information, no doubt about it. But this... this feels personal."

Her mind flashed back to the earlier reports from Central City about espers—humans with extraordinary abilities who had easily overpowered an armed group. "Is the Reaper one of them?" she wondered aloud.

Jessica's thoughts were interrupted by a nagging memory—the other case that had been eating away at her. "And then there are the missing people... why are so many of them pregnant women?"

She bit her lip, her frustration mounting. "Top brass has been blocking us from investigating. But why? What's so important that they're keeping us in the dark?"

Rumors of missing people had spread across the neighboring city too. Despite the flood of complaints, not a single report had made it to the news. Jessica could feel the weight of something far larger than she had originally thought closing in around her.

"What is the government hiding?" she whispered, her teeth clenched.

The puzzle pieces were starting to come together, but the picture they formed was terrifying. Jessica knew, deep down, that this was much bigger than a few mafia hits or a rogue vigilante. Whatever was happening, it involved forces beyond her understanding.

Despite the warnings echoing in her mind, she couldn't turn back now. She was in too deep, and if she had learned one thing from her years in the force, it was this, the truth never stayed buried for long. The truth was an iron horse, and it would always reach its destination.