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

Extras has feelings too, or do they?

Speech = ''.....''

Thoughts = [... ...]

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...A few minutes earlier...

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For a common grunt barely above the meat-shields that were the thirds children life in the cult was pretty simple; obey orders, serve, get orders, serve and keep your mouth shut at all times unless your boss or squadron captain asked for your opinion whether it was actually necessary or just to nod your head mindlessly at whatever they were saying..

That way you would live a longer if simpler life, and who knew...perhaps you would not be considered mere muscle if you nodded your head hard enough.

He knew that those that were to unfocused or not well in the head who did not caught on the change of mood of their bosses when it mattered or just tripped on the wrong feet or just were around when they did not have to surely tended to not appear next morning. Not him..., he knew better.

And so, life was simple...

Then everything changed when the black storm attacked.

It was so sudden, so strange that he had no idea if he was actually awake or just inside a dream. Until he remembered that he had not dreams, not of the Cults children's had dreams.

That did not make it any better though, the sunny day had been replaced by the mother of all storms, his hood and his body were more often than not a second close to be sent flying or just reap out from the ground like a twig. His body was soaked to the bone thanks to the rainstorm, and he was tired of been forced to move through flooded streets filled with mud and cold water.

Then the knights came by...., and after them monsters brought out from a bad nightmare made quick work of them.

Cruel and terrifying, they were devoid of flesh and soul, their bodies rotting but not stopping their feasting on his own fellow members of the cult, adding their bodies to their tide.

And he had yet to see the actual, main cause of this catastrophe.

Did he wanted to? No...

Would he have to? More than probable...

Anyway, he had heard whispers here and there.

Some said it was an attack by the local monsters that had attacked the city walls and had push through.

Others an experiment of the Cult gone wrong that had break free and was now terrorizing the city and no one was able to stop their spread. Putting into jeopardy their secrecy in the process.

But either the most strange if not fucked up thing he had heard was the idea that a sole man had brought the capital to its knees. Clad in black and towering above any man that had ever existed or would ever came to be in this world.

Death given form..

He did not know what to think, so he didn't say anything...

It was better that way...

His black hair was glued to his face, sweat sliding down what little skin was not covered by the face mask he bore while each intake of air felt like he was swallowing needles..

He tried to walk though only managed to barely step forward with the numbness that was taking over his limbs and how his bones ached. The dampness of his clothes was only growing as the fabric became drenched by the rain alongside the blood slipping through some wounds over his left arm, wounds that even now ached. As if insects were now growing inside