Branches slapped my face as I stumbled through the moonlit forest. I looked back in a panic to find that he was gaining on me. Kuro. The god of death and shadows. I hadn't had a true moment of rest in days. Kuro's shadow soldiers were always lurking. Waiting for me to make the wrong move. As I ran forward into the ever darkening night my foot caught on an exposed root. I was going to die.
Before I could even stand up he was leering over me. He seemed to almost fade into the night. A true god of death.
"Little thief," Kuro called, his voice sharp and cold like he hadn't been running at all. "Return what you have stolen now and I will leave you unharmed, but if you do not. I will have no choice, but to bring you with me to Nahana."
"I have not stolen anything from you, oh great and mighty Kuro. Do you think me a fool? Steal from a god? You speak of suicide." I replied my voice scratchy and tired, but still strong.
"But you did. I can feel it. Like blood calling to blood. Your shadow speaks. It tell the story of your deceit. Tell me where it is! What has Rin given you? What is you have that'll will save me?!" Kuro no longer sounded like a murderous god, but like a child crying for a toy. He looked so young, maybe he was, not much older then me or maybe it was the gods clever glamours meant to keep me from seeing his true form. Perhaps for a god he was young.
"I promise you, Rin has given me no such thing at least not to my knowledge. I'm sorry."