-Somewhere in an unknown forest-

As the moon shined high in the cold night sky, leaves crunched under a mysterious figure as they chased a towering humanoid shape through the snow covered woods. The figure had fear present in its yellow eyes as it lumbered through the thick brush. A black silhouette soaring in the sky above.

The hulking figure looked almost human if not for the unnatural bulging muscles and the sharp jagged teeth that the creature barred, it turned around eyes frantically searching for the figure that had been chasing him for the last few hours. The figure turned around to finally face his pursuer but he did not see the mysterious person, although most would be relieved at this the giant was even more frightened.

"WHAT ARE YOU?" the giant yelled out

From within the shadows of the trees a low maniacal laugh ran through the woods as a low dark voice filled with indifference answered.

"What I am does not matter, but what you are does."

Faster than the giant could process the man seemingly fell into the shadows and appeared in front of the giant. A curved scythe made of pitch black darkness appeared in the man's hands as if it was formed of the shadows themselves. As the man impelled the giant through the stomach the giant's eyes widened in shock as he started to cough up blood, he then began to smirk.

"It matters not who you are but know that my brothers and sisters shall get revenge. They will hunt you down and feast on your flesh as you scream for mercy. Then they will track down all you care about and boil them alive." The giant let out a viscous lough before the scythe was thrusted further into his stomach. The giant looked down at the cloaked figure. The man let his hood slide off his face as he looked back up at the giant. The giant's eyes widened in shock as he recognized the cloaked figure

"Impossible!" the giant thought "He's not supposed to be here."

"I don't have to worry about that, you're the last one." the man replied in a dark voice now filled with malice "I killed every last one of them, that is what you all deserve for what you did to that town."

The giant realized why he was chasing him now. He and his group raided a small fishing town last week where they ate some of the people and took some to there hideout to save for later.

"How are you alive? You should be dead" the giant asked after another coughing fit that ended up making him spit out even more blood "How am i not dead already?" the giant thought to himself.

"I've fought Titans and Giants, you think some monsters in Alaska could kill me?"

Before the giant could reply the man retrieved a silver hunting knife from within his cloak and slit the creatures throat. The giant stared in shock as he felt himself slowly disintegrating into gold dust.

As his prey finally fell the man sheathed his hunting knife and dropped his scythe where it was absorbed into the shadows. After taking one last look around he looked up as a black silhouette flew down onto his shoulder.

"There you are." the man said as he reached over and stroked the raven under its beak. They raven preened under the attention it received."Good work today that was the last one left, the laistrygonian giants are now almost completely wiped out in Alaska."

With that said the raven cawed as the man disappeared in the shadows and reappeared in a small clearing in a forest hidden next to a frozen lake and surrounded by lumbering trees.

The man removed his cloak and continued walking to the center of the cove where a large cabin stood. He opened up the door of the house and walked to a chair in the middle of the room while the raven flew to a perch near a wall. The room was well furnished with a few chairs and a couch, even though the man rarely had guests. Bookshelves lined the walls, various types could be seen on the shelves. When the figure walked over to the chair he laid his cloak on the back and snapped his fingers causing a fireplace to roar to life a few seconds later.

Without the cloak one could see the man more clearly, he was tall and had pale skin that shined like the moon,he stood at an even 6"0 and was well built with lean muscle like a swimmer's body. He had black unruly hair as dark as the night sky outside. His face had sharp features with a scar going down his face from his left temple down to his jaw narrowly missing his eye by millimeters. But the most striking thing about him were his eyes, the orbs where a deep purple that got darker the closer to the pupil it got where it turned a deep shade of black with specks of white that shined like stars.

The man sighed as he fell ungraciously into the chair with a sudden tiredness that was not surprising since he hasn't slept in the last 36 hours. While he laid back in the chair in comfort, the shadows in the room stirred and morphed as a tall beautiful woman stepped out.

The woman looked around the room passing by the raven which squawked at her in acknowledgement until her eyes landed on the man with his eyes closed where upon her face showed a great amount of concern.

"You are going to end up working yourself to death if you continue like this." the woman stated in a worried voice. The woman looked quite similar to the man with the same shade of dark hair and pale skin and almost the same height her standing at 5"10. The thing they differed to the most is their eyes. Where his was a deep purple that got darker hers was a dark purple all the way around but ending in the same shade of pitch black with white shining in them.

"You worry to much." the man replied back without even a glance in her direction.

"You're my son it's my job to worry."

"And I love you for that, but I couldn't rest until I saved the people who were kidnapped and killed the last of the giants." the man then stood from the chair and approached the woman and embraced her in a tight hug.

"You always have to help someone in need don't you." the woman spoke into the loving embrace

"I am worried though, the monster have been staying away since I started slaughtering them when I first came here but it seems that more and more are popping up and risking coming closer to the "Reaper.""

The woman laughed at the name the monsters gave him. After he killed so many of their kind they grew frightened and started calling him the many different names but the one that stuck was The Reaper because of his new preferred weapon of choice."And maybe the bird… and the shadows"

After that thought the woman stiffened and let go of the man and looked him straight into his eyes "He is not going to like this." the woman thought sadly.

The man noticing her sudden change in demeanor looked down at the woman and asked what was wrong

"My brother Tartarus is waking and wants revenge for the death of his wife."The man's eyes widened as the woman spoke

"Another war is coming Perseus."