Henry Halfmoon by Huck Warwicks

Author:Huck Warwicks [Warwicks, Huck]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9798629171775
Published: 2020-06-29T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter 18

I stroll back to the middle of the street, where the reaper has been observing me from under the darkness of his cowl. The Harpe is balanced casually over my right shoulder, and I fearlessly approach the gifter of my new weapon.

“Neat weapon,” I remark with an air of experience not yet won.

“It’s a tool. Not a weapon,” the reaper hisses at me, disapproval obvious in his windy voice. “And not to be disrespected.”

“It’s light, well-balanced, and sharp as hell.”

“It’s not from Hell.”

“I like how it just slides through things without me even feeling the resistance.”

“Like I said, respect the blade. Accidents can happen. You must take care.”

I take that advice seriously and nod. Also, I thank him for the gift of the Harpe. I’m a classy guy, after all.

“I didn’t mean to be rude earlier, but I never got your name… I’m Henry Halfmoon.” I extend my hand. The Spectre doesn’t return the gesture, and looking at those black skeletal hands, I’m not offended. Glad in fact.

“I know who you are, Son of Halfmoon.”

Son of Halfmoon?

“And you are…”

“Isn’t it obvious?” he grumbles in an airy yet annoyed tone.

“Let me guess… you’re death.”

“Not exactly.”

“Grim Reaper?”

“Sort of.”

“The Angel of Death.”

“Close. I’m an angel of death.”

There’s more than one angel of death?! Neat-oh.

“That explains the outfit.”

A moment later, a loud, shrieking sound whistles high overhead. When I look up, I see a bright red thing streak across the sky. I thought it was a comet at first, but I can’t be sure. It’s so brief, moving so fast, that I lose sight of it behind the skyscrapers before I can better determine its shape. But its destination is easy enough to guess—Grand Central Station. Only seconds after the crimson streak, a loud boom rattles through the street. Like a missile from hell just hit the city.

“He’s here,” the death angel whispers. “The one you’ve come for.”

“The Annunaki?”

“Yes.”

I head for the steps descending into the subway station below, but the Spectre doesn’t follow.

“You coming with? They’ll be lots of… tasty treats…” I raise my Harpe and bounce my eyebrows up and down.

The death angel whispers a laugh, and then shakes his head.

“No. I must reap another here in a few minutes. See… my blade has already named them. They have the Seal, so I must proceed gently and follow certain customs.”

Dang it! I wish I could stick around for that! He’s gonna reap a ‘blue!’

I nod again, and take off down the steps. The train will be leaving shortly, but I have a few minutes to work my way through the crowd of white, hazy spirits. The sight of my blade scares most of the gargoyles away from the white figures and back into the shadows. But some of the little boogers need more convincing than just threats. The fight with one demon is quite frustrating as he keeps leaping from the back of one human spirit to the next. Back and forth. Back and forth. I come close to accidentally reaping one of the two white, hazy figures when I take a wild frustrated swing.

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