Alexander sighed as he set another crate of inventory down and straightened up, here he was, dealing with his own crates while his fool aide was probably locking lips with some woman... or man, that one...
"Enough of that, sir, he is straight, he has made that VERY clear beforehand." Alexander stepped back and started to catalog everything brought in. Most of the stuff were often features in bakeries, markets, and other places, but the other portion were more for smith purposes, his shop merely serves as a front for helping others at low prices, doing FAR better than those corporate positions. He finished up the first section and moved to the next when he stopped and looked up, staring at a large scythe that laid in front of him, doing a double check from board and scythe before putting the clipboard down and approaching it. "What the hell is this doing here, I don't recall a scythe, let alone one so... large, in our inventory." He extended a hand and gripped it to lift it, rather light for its size and he moved to the back where wild plants took control before he readied and swung, surprising him as it did the job in one fel swoop, but also released a number of smaller scythes that embedded themselves in the woodwork as he stood up and planted the shaft in the soil. "...This is not just some random find... who initially had it...?"
"Perhaps you will return it to me." Alexander stopped short, the door didn't open, he didn't hear anyone approach, but as he turned, he came face-to-face with what could only be Death, an embodiment of it to his knowledge, draped in a bellowing cloak, a skeletal face looking into his soul with burning red eyes within the hollow sockets as bony hands extended out in a 'hand it to me' pose. "If you believe that I will not reap the consequences if you refuse, then you have no idea of what you face." Alexander did have a mind to refuse, but no invader would ask for their tool back, especially one who had no legs and was... flying.
Alexander gripped the shaft with ease before handing it to the creature in the setting sun before he spoke. "What are you, if you don't mind my asking?" Death loomed about the young man and rounding about him in thought, the scythe disappearing like magic was involved.
"Your kind would call me Death, that is my title, my name, and my role, I am a servant to the mighty being known as Dracula, you may not believe the tales..."

"Wait, the same vampire involved in the legends of Belmont?" To Death's nod, Alexander breathed as he leaned on one of the posts. "So they are not just myths, but what was your scythe doing in my shop?"
"It came to one, on its own will manifested through me, who has great magical power within their soul, but I recognize a part of it, it is too familiar for my or your taste." The reaper rubbed his jaw in thought before he spoke again. "I have a proposal for you, leave this shop behind for a time and I will add more to the story as it moves on."
"Wow wow, where the world am I going!?" Alexander waved a hand as the scythe appeared again.
"Not only where, but when as well, I will send you to a place in time when my master rises or is soon to raise, your task is to survive." With that, Death swung, not killing Alexander as the single slash scarred Alexander's chest before a rift appeared behind him and he was soon pulled through as Death waited before he looked to the glowing full moon. "He is not you, but he possesses your power, how he lives is merely up to him, but we will meet him again and when we do... he will have a choice, safeguard the human realm or ensure darkness falls over the people he once knew..." Death faded into shadow as the sounds of nights filled in the void...