An Eminence? No, I am just a reaper (OC story)

A piece of lead for everyone

Speech = ''.....''

Thoughts = [... ...]

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...A piece of lead for everyone...

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''I will be taking your head, now...''

''F-fair enough...''

After that not a word was exchanged between the two.

She rose from the ground, her legs wobbling and shaking all the while, but refusing to give in as she held herself up...

For someone who was terrified, she put a strong front..., he would give her that.

But, it was just that, a front...

He rose his scythe over his head, its sharp length already glowing with the fake light of this reality while the chains wrapped around his arm started to squeak once they started moving.

She closed her eyes, pushing the locks of purple hair away from her shoulder so that he could get a clear view of her neckline. Not that he needed her help.

Still...

He needed to know..

He needed to know why.

''Are you not afraid...?''

The rumbling of his voice reached with the same gentleness of a hammer...but she did not open her eyes though she flinched.

She instead smiled.

''We all die, it just takes a fucking lot more time for some of us...''

He hummed at that...pausing as the grip weakened just a second.

His glare softening.

''To true...''

He replied apologetic, slowly.., almost dreadful....

And then he swung....

The air shrieking as cold steel cut through it at a speed that should not have been humanely possible, descending in an ample arc down onto the girl which words and mere presence had annoyed him more than he had believed possible.

But it was not the exposed, frail neck that his scythe struck as it tore through flesh and bone with impunity...

But the abominable, grotesque open maws of a beast that had appeared almost by thin air by mortal eyes, an incandescent mass of flesh and energy that soared through the air, muscles tensed as they pushed its long, yet bulky body forward in an attempt to devour the girl from behind with one quick, yet decisive bite with the rows and rows of teeth its open open mouth allowed for him to see.

A task that it could have succeeded....

If not for him...

And so, before it even managed to push down those mandibles into those exposed, pale shoulders and took a taste of the soft flesh presented... it instead ended up with a more metallic plate for its tongue to palette.

The edge of his scythe searing and burning through flesh and bone as he cut it down in half...

Its broken body fell to each of their sides..., loudly and without any grace, staining the ground and this world with vibrant red. Its body still jerking here and there as blood still pumped inside muscles that had yet to shut down by the creatures sudden death.