Under Her Cursed Scythe

When they came across the dead body, they ceased from running on the instant.

"No!" someone howled.

A boy who was veiled by a white cloak walked forth, shaking his head. All the while, he looked at the dead body with subtle ache and grief in his eyes.

"We are too late, aren't we?" came another voice.

The boy inclined his head after placing his hand above the dead man's chest and scanning it with soft blue light projected from his palm.

"He's gone, too..." he exhaled in disbelief and his voice filled with a bit of fury.

"How many tonight?"