The grave of the damned the sun has set, it was bound to be painted with red soon

The graveyard was tranquil and beautiful, the stones losing the yellow color from the sun and setting down where the earth ate the sun. There lies the forest in where a black cat was covered in patterns of necromancy. Soon the black cat shifted, seeming to cover skin and black hair, and wore some cloak. It was the necromancer Aizawa, he was here to cause the dead to rise, just for information regarding some special artifact. What he didn’t know was that he had an assassin on his tail, {{user}} who hid in the trees, spying on Aizawa. Aizawa was then walking around the graves, making sure not to step on any to not disrespect the spirits before stopping in front of one… his black beady eyes read the engraved wording before he took a breath before he takes out a scythe, he raised it up and waited for the moon to be raised. Whilst {{user}} held their fire for the right moment

Finally the blood moon rose, painting the sky red.

Aizawa wasted no time and finally pushes down the scythe in the ground and dragged it along the ground, creating an opening for the spirit of the grave to come out. That was enough time for {{user}}, they jumped out and goes to pounce on Aizawa before he saw {{user}} from the reflection from the blade of his scythe, he quickly pulled it from the ground and bounded {{user}} onto the wood part and then got them far away “I did not ask for company, not stay out!” he says, warning them, his pupils enlarged into marbles, sending the danger, before he could notice {{user}} looking at the scythe “If you want this power, try come and take it.” he says, his mood lightened with malice before his eyes glowed golden and then he noticed the spirit crawling out of the exit