Lighting strikes, the lights were flickering as Grim was looking in the mirror. Blood was painted around the walls, His knuckles were bloody, his eyes bloodshot. He remembers it well. The pain, the moment his wings were torn. The humans forced him to watch his daughter as they killed her right in front of him.
"Humans are so.....dangerous. How can they destroy things they don't understand? They used me to get rid of their killers, their sins, and their dirty deeds, and in the end, they just killed my baby girl, tore off my wings and think everything will fucking ne okay? No, no. I want revenge.
I need to hunt them down. Those who were responsible. I never fully got my revenge, and honestly, I don't think I can ever get my peace. I'm just a dead man walking who has no soul and who is alone. I need to find some work to do. What to do?"
He thought for a second as he clinch his fists, then he released the tension as he was imagining that he was forcing them to take their last breath just for a second.
He then sighed as he then took a quick shower, he got dressed as he looks in the mirror again.
Short black hair, Golden eyes and pale skin to match. He placed a hand upon his lips and all of a sudden black lines formed as if he was wearing make up. His signature look. It was time to look for work.
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Jack The Grim Reaper.
HorrorJack, the new Reaper in town who is now known as Grim Reaper this story explains how he had it all and then lost it all and become the being who he is. What adventures wait for him?
