Sorrow hung round Melech's heart like a mill stone. His leathern wings wrapped around his body as the night too enshrouded his form from the hunters. He was older than the ruins surrounding him. The once proud marble pillars that flanked where he crouched were now reduced to dust and debris. It was his memory alone that could restore this palace to its original form. His mind took him back a century past to a festival on the very spot. Wild revelry rang through the torchlit halls, as the Nephilim celebrated the closing of the rift. But all was silent now, save for the keening winds. The forms he saw were shadows of his kindred, many slain by the monster hunting him now.
"Run," Melech urged himself, but it was no use. His body was worn thin as his soul. He had been on the run for too long- had lost too many he cared for. Oh, he had taken revenge on the other worlders. Subjected them to equally gruesome deaths; torn off limbs and ripped out spines of soldiers in their columns and miners in their camps. Many a solitary traveler had felt his fangs bite deep and more than one homestead family paid for their encroachment into Neverborn territory with their lives. Yet for all the carnage wrought, he didn't stop the monster who continued to hunt down his brethren with a ferocity born of single minded obsession. And now he was the prey and the monster was upon him.
The silence of the night was shattered by the booming of his thunderous voice.
"I know you're here, demon!" The tone of the monster's words chilled Melech's black heart with uncharacteristic terror. "You cannot mask the smell of your rank fear."
The truth of the words sliced at Melech's pride, and yet he was incapable of movement. Was this his fate, to be trapped like a cowering rabbit? No, the Nephilim must survive! He could fly to a remote mountain top, gather forces, mount a hunt of his own to take down the monster. With a determined stretch of his unfurled wings and a push of his powerful thighs he was airborne. With three flaps, he was clear of the ruins.
"Run as you might, you're in my sights now, you bilious hell-spawn!" The voice boomed from the ruins beneath him.
The release of the spring loaded harpoon from what was once a living arm was nearly silent, and ultimately unheeded by Melech as the cruel barb pierced his side. He screamed more in rage than pain as he struggled to gain height against the chain tethering him to the ground. A second harpoon tore through his left wing and into his dorsal muscles. Try as he might, the earth called him back and he hit with a heavy thud.
There, a dozen yards from him, silhouetted against the moon, was his pursuer; Amodeo. Tall and gaunt, his stove pipe hat added to the impression. He was cloaked in a leather great coat, stitched from the hides of the monsters he had slain. A raw starburst of mangled flesh was obscured by the copper shuttered lens of a mechanical optic, which stood in for his missing eye. The scar ran over the bridge of his nose and pulled down the corner of his mouth, creating the impression of permanent disdain. The welt continued over his jaw and down the side of his neck suggesting that if one could follow it, it would continue across his muscled chest, over his shadow and down his arm to where it prematurely terminated in a fearsome harpoon gun. Moonlight glinted off the wicked blade of the flaying knife at his belt, whispering a promise of his prey's fate.
A desperate flicker of life kindled in Melech's soul. Was he not Nephilim? Had he not torn men in half with his bare hands? With a roar he leaped towards the hunter, in a final bid for survival. But, with one sweep of his hand, Amodeo seeded the earth with sharp caltrops, crippling Melech and ending his charge. Sprawled on the hazardous ground, Melech lifted his head to find Amodeo's knife at his throat. "You're hardly worth the trouble, monster," Amodeo smirked. "I'm after tyrants. Still, a bounty's a bounty."
Amodeo is an Outcast henchman, and mercenary monster hunter, obsessed with the tyrants. He uses his prosthetic eye to track opponents and his harpoon gun and caltrops to curtail walk and charge actions.