The Guardian of Trapped Souls was sitting in his chambers
when the call came through; A telepathic message from the prince of darkness
informing him of the imbalance in hell's numbers. It took longer this
time, thanks to the cover up that the Soul Chaser orchestrated, for Satan to
notice that Jimmy was missing. He hoped, For Jimmy's sake, that the poor
soul had used the delay to get a good enough head start. Once the Soul
Chaser was on the trail, he would hunt him like he would any other
escaped soul, guilty or not.
escaped soul, guilty or not.
Rising from the chair, he strapped on the leather belt on
which Cheron's Blade was sheathed. After pausing to say a silent prayer to
his own higher power, the Soul Chaser vanished into the realm of the
living.
He had waited a long time for this and his eyes followed his nemesis
with each movement made. For years, for centuries almost, he had been
trapped here with the others and had bided his time.
Why?
Because he always acted and moved to
win.
And he finally saw his chance to win
an escape out of this - quite literal - hell hole.
The Soulchaser was almost there... to
the point where he would phase into the mortal realm.... all he had to do was
wait until...........
NOW!
With an outraged howl like none heard
before, even from the bowels of hell, The Hunter - mortally known
as Jean Paul Vut - charged his foe and struck with all his might, laughing
with cold dark glee as the Soulchaser was knocked unconscious at the
threshold.
He hesitated only a moment, spotting the
Cheron's Blade and then, lips curling upwards in nothing but a cold hateful
smile, he bent to take it.
Hell had just lost two souls and the Blade
-- and The Hunter was in the mood for some payback on the world that
had sent him to the place that had spent all that time torturing
him.
"All hell's about to break loose." He
chuckled in his gravelly, cool tone of voice, looking at the Blade and debating
who he would stab first to give a taste of pure hell to.
The Blade, any good murder or sadistic
resident in hell knew, could send a person straight down, no passing Go no
collecting the death insurance payment, hell to be trapped and experiencing all
the pain, humiliation and torture each one of them were put through on a daily
basis.
The Soulchaser lay still where Kane
had left him, unaware that more than just Jimmy Boyle had just found his mortal
way out.
