[center][h1][color=ivory] Death [/color][/h1][/center]
His hunt for Hollow led Death throughout the city. The spirit was infamous in the underworld for being a mischievous bugger, but he never would have imagined the damn thing to pull a stunt like he had. Death hated the that he had been duped by a spirit, one of the lowliest creatures in existence. It was just a shadow of something that it had once been, whether man or animal, or worse. 

He was getting closer, or so his shades had said, "Not far now master, not far at all."
He replied in a hiss, [color=ivory]"That's what you said five minutes ago!"[/color]
The shades shrugged and zipped off again into the shadows. They had better be right.

What most perplexed him was how Hollow was hiding from him. In usual circumstances when a spirit went haywire, he'd be able to track it quite easily, but these weren't normal circumstances. Hollow was somehow masking his presence from him. An ability he did not think spirits possessed, at least one of Hollows caliber. It was almost as if... No, he shook his head, that couldn't be possible. Or could it? Many things had come and gone, but could they return?

The shades zipped back to him frantically, "Master, he is here, he is here!"
[color=ivory]"Where?"[/color] he asked, looking around. He was in a rundown part of town, far away from the festival. The eery quietness might have been unnerving to a mortal but it only told Death that something amiss was near.

Then he heard the tall tale sign of Hollow, his insufferable laughing.

"Hellow Death!" Came the spirit from behind him, "The key! The key! Have you come for your key?"

Death turned around, coming face to face with the spirit Hollow. He was wearing, he did a double take, Hollow was wearing a white cloth and hovering off the ground. Like a child wearing a ghost costume, yet it had no eye slots. A ghostly hand shot from the cloth, carrying a large bone key. The spirit dangled before it before him.

Death started, but stopped when Hollow fluttered backwards, he spoke agitated, [color=ivory]"Give me the key Hollow, your prank its causing me a headache."[/color]

The spirit laughed again, "No No No! Not quite yet! Not when the others have not met!" Hollow laughed again, the cloth rippling in response. "They must come. They must come!"

Death opened his mouth to reply but was cut short when Hollow revealed another item within his opposite hand. It was a small bell. Death eyes grew wide, and then before he could react, Hollow rung the bell. It was a high pitched sound, only audible by those with a heightened sense, and very God would hear it. If they hadn't already figured out their powers were back, they would now. Yet worse, they could pinpoint the location of the bell, such an item had only been used in Heaven, as a gathering tool. Yet Hollow had one.

The spirit began to laugh, Death lunged at him but only met thin air as he landed on the pavement. He smashed his fist into the ground, leaving a sizable indent. Hollow was still there, he could feel the bell. The damn spirit had baited him into two choices, leave or pursue. He brushed himself of the ground, and grumbled, it had to happen eventually.