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

The ghost of times long pasts

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When a man was presented an obstacle, most of the times he could do two things about it. Either march through it, or walk around it.

A simple rational, to a simple category of endless possibilities. Sadly..man kind was not exactly such thing, not it enjoyed such endless stream of madness. And so, in their wisdom...those who could not bare the effort of the previous two used to choose the third option.

To ignore the matter and allow the thing to go unnoticed and unmourned until someone else took matters into their own hands.

But he couldn't do that, he couldn't turn around and look for an alternative, and he did not know what an elf was suppose to eat in this world nor he could just assume things..unless he wanted to poison her..

And for all the things he had in storage in the void, nothing, not even a speck of dust was of food he could just take away for a walk. And why would he had done such thing when he had no need for nourishment?

He could suck the marrow from the very bones of his foes before they could draw another breath, he could cut through time and space with the swing of his arm, reality was whatever he wanted for as long as he could force his will into it...

There was no need for him to deal with such trivialities when he had become self sustaining through each and every soul he had sowed through countless lifetimes worth of war..

He could feel his fist clench, talons digging into his palms. Scratching the fabric as they tried to dug deeper.

And now his own nature was acting against him for once in the most laughable way possible.

So he was forced to improvise to fix the matter at hand.

He had not tethered matter into being for destruction, nor he had pour atoms together the same way a needle would ran through shirt in some wayward attempt to come across an innovative idea to destroy everything and anyone foolish enough to dare cross him, not even the bare bones of a plan for the grand scheme of things in this universe...

Instead he had come up...to make a sandwich

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Blacken, slick blood started to slowly drag its way down and slip pass his talons into the ground below but if he had noticed he did not give sign to it.

This was a new low he had never thought he would reach. Even if it had technically worked on what it was meant to do. It still felt like a sore spot to be reminded of for year to come...

To use such power so many would kill and die for...to make such a simple...

Meagre...

Little thing as a sandwich..

He, the bane of daemon kind..., a revenant of death, the breaker of empires and the butcher of gods...had made a sandwich because a little girl asked him to.

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For the second time since he had met the little blond midget he could feel the shadow bewilderment rear its ugly head inside his mind at the nonsensical mess that followed what he had done. How it all came crushing down around him with a strange heaviness as if someone had dropped a battleship over his shoulders

And the worst part? She enjoyed it...

The fool was enjoying it as if it was her last supper...

He did not need to turn around to see the girl munching on her given meal with almost reckless abandon, or how she hummed in delight with each bite. She may have tried to hide it by covering her mouth with her small hands and even more delicate fingers, or just stopping for a few seconds before resuming, but she may as-well be shouting her thoughts out in the open.