The Reclaimer

"Sir they have the Grim Reaper on their side" said a short thin man. Though he seemed ghost like, ever so often shimmering.
"Thank you my friend" said a raspy voice from a chair in front of the weak man. The room was white and red in coloring. A few holes were in the roof a few places burned. the drapes teared in different places. A cold air always breathing through the room.
"What do we do my lord?" the small man asks.
"Kill the reaper"
"But we can't" suddenly the chair spun around. It showed a man that was thin but not as much his face has a scar on his cheek and a long bandage wrapped around his eyes 2 small pieces of cloth from the bandage flew wildly from the movement. It looked as if a ninja had his bandanna lower than it should be.
"The OLYMPIANS! did this to me we will destroy them and you are not fit to be in the army against them!" The raspy voices yelled cracking here and there the man with the bandage drew a short Stygian iron katana from his scabbard and thrusted forward. Blood trickled out for the small mans mouth. They will not bring you back from the dead the Hell Angels with leave you for your punishment!" The raspy voice said removing the blade. The small man's body fell to the ground before dissolving into the floor leaving only the blood from the body on the ground.

Notes

If you read one of my stories a while ago you might know who that bandaged man was :)