A monster....

I stand on the dry ground, looking at the four graves open in front of me... The eyes of the bodies were wide open, tearing my soul piece by piece. I feel something on my shoulder I look behind me and see a white horse that was named Death. He looked at me with eyes-free chimneys smiling at me, a horrible smile he whispered something in my ear, "Good job my son, very good work." He laughed with a deafening laugh. I looked at my right hand ... I held his scythe. It was heavy and dripping with black and viscous blood. Suddenly I heard a loud explosion from the black sky like coal. A ray of light came out of the sky and from it came an angel like white wings that shed blood. My wings came out of my back as black as the vacuum I pressed the scythe to my back I bent my knees and started to fly quickly toward the angel I grabbed her by my hands and held it to me Both of us dived to the ground the second before we crashed I opened my wings wide and landed comfortably. I put it on a flat stone with a backrest, I turned her head and her hair to the side and I exposed her neck. I moved my mouth to her neck and bit it, I transferred blood from me to her. She began to regain consciousness after half a minute.