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

Epilogue arc 2 part 1-

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.....A few days later-

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Strange, was it not? How time seemed to act so fickle, so quickly spent...when one was not paying attention to it. Like water sliding through the cracks of a rock, the humid, cool liquid disappearing from ones sight in a heartbeat into their depths.

Alpha would have had difficulty believing it even to this moment, had she not come to accept it as just another certainty given to her as a gift by Reapers kindness...

Another act of gentleness that only a soul like him could have been able to share and made her head wonder in the clouds. As if swimming through cotton candy or calm, still waters in a pond of deep, yet clean waters.

And though she would have wanted to shore up her resolve, and show a strong face... she could not help but allow herself to accept it, to mellow down at the strangeness albeit no dangerous sensation that seemed to make her float peacefully in the comp-fines of her own mind...

Even though it was a decision promoted by some childish awe, rather than cold hard logic. After all, whether she liked or not...she was more a child than she would have wanted to admit.

And though a part of her was pained to see time fleeting through her fingers...she was not by no means disappointed in what she had experienced so far. Much to the contrary in fact...

But all things come to an end...

Nothing lasts.....

That was what Reaper had said to her hours after the entire mess of the cults assault had been dealt with.

Once again she could not help but ponder about them, revisiting that moment in her mind.

His words were cold and ominous..., almost to the point that they held a sharpness of their own... but not they were not the words born from a fatalistic or foolish mind for she understood the wisdom in them.

Had she not been living a life of ignorance in her village, thinking that she would grow, live and die there... only for those ideas be demolished one by one in a rather brutal and abruptly way with her demon possession?

Yes, nothing lasts....and this was no different.

Her lips pursued up, the ghost of a smile wrapping around their edges, yet her face did not denote any other lingering feeling that could be felt inside her..

Though she felt joy in her heart, she was calm, like the still waters of a pond...for there was no need for her to dread or grief these times when they came across her path.

Just like the storm left through the ravaged fields to allow the calmness that followed to fill the soil and the sun descended from the skies to allow the moon and its court of stars to color the horizon in dark and silver shades, this was just another facet of life.

And so there was no regret in her eyes as she glared at the carriage that stood behind Rose, the wind billowing the girls golden hair from the side as if it knew what was going to happen as it brushed and played with the strays locks of hair the princess of Orianna was trying to keep under control albeit to no much avail.

Hand fidgeting and fighting against the edges of her silky pink skirt who tried to flash them with the sight of her legs with each gush of air that went by.