Among the denizens of the criminal underworld of the kingdom of Azarius there is a tale-a tale that is only shared among men who have enough alcohol in their blood to kill a whale.This is the tale of the Reaper's Aide.
It speaks of a man whose skin is as pale of ebony and his eyes as dark as coals,who ushers the souls of the irrepressibly wicked beyond the veil through acts of violence so brutal it would make hardened warriors of the king's campaigns weak in the knees.
While it made for a dashing tale to tell a room of drunk youngins to make sure they didn't stake their morals for coin,most bards when asked about the credibility of this tale just laugh and brush it away.For in a world of magic and dragons,an assassin so skilled he was the apprentice of the reaper couldn't possibly exist-right?
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Ryuu didn't remember much of that day.The only thing he remembered apart from the rain than splashed onto the cobblestones was the blood.
It was a brilliant muted red,a colour that even roses would be ashamed by.Then he remembered voices-the harsh calls of the town guard as they pulled him off of his mother's bleeding form,the blood now a large red puddle mixing with the rain,creating vivid,moving patterns.
He remembered the man who had killed his mother stand as still as a statue before moving like quicksilver,cutting down the guard like they were nothing.
Then the man sat in front of him,and whispered the words that would tear away all normalcy from his life.
"It is time to pay back the debt he left us,"the man smiled,before knocking him out cold.
It was at that moment that the third reaper's aide was born.
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Reaper's Aide
FantasíaWorking as an assassin for a guild of theives and butchers isn't exactly what one would call the high life,but it's all that Ryuu has ever known.Turned into an assassin to repay a debt that was never his,all he longs for is to live a quiet life by h...
