PROLOGUE
Death. A small word with so much meaning and a strong effect. Death usually comes in two ways; slow and painful or quick and painless. Death is caused when god is ready to take his ‘child’ home, banish them from the earth he created, or if they are killed by another. I am nothing but the one who carries the soul of the dead to the gates. No, I’m not a skeleton. No, I don’t have a long robe with a hood and a scythe. No, I’m not pale or bald. In fact, I look like a normal human man….When my wings aren’t protruding out of my back. I can walk amongst the humans undetected. Animals don’t react when I’m around, they treat me like a normal human.
I reap the souls of the evil and those close to death. In your would I am known as the Grim Reaper. Of course death is a Grim thing but not when you don‘t know the person or even knew they existed. I sometimes envy the humans and their ignorance. I sometimes find myself imaging what my life was like if I were a human. I would only worry about school, friends, and finding my special girl. But when my imagination runs tired, I find myself back in my reality. I’ve never known happiness, or love of another, I’ve never had a close friend to share jokes and secrets with, My existence had been grim. That is until I found the my next ‘victim’ that is.
A beautiful girl, both inside and out. Her looks made it almost hard to be sure of her race. It was clear that she was African-American but her eyes had a slight up turn, giving her a cat-like look. Her skin color, like caramel like Irish cream but pale as if she never went out in the sun. Her hair, Dark brown, almost black, tresses, stopping just below her shoulders. But enough of that, The whole reason I came to know in her is by her father. This man had a thought in his mind that women should obey him.
He was a nice man earlier on in his life and marriage with his wife, but when he noticed an old friend of his treating his wife in such a way, he decided to go along with that tradition. He began to beat his wife when ever she did something he did not like. She fought back at first but she couldn’t take it after two years of fighting. Beatrice was her name. She had given birth to a daughter four years into their marriage. During the seventh and eighth years of marriage was when his abuse started.
Eventually Beatrice was tired of the abuse and decided to end it in one way since she couldn’t get help. After her daughter was old enough to think for herself around the age of ten, Beatrice killed herself with medication overdose, not realizing that she had just sentenced her daughter to years of abuse from her father. Where do I fit in to this you ask? Well I go after souls that are near their time in death. I am the angel of death after all, a Soldier if you will, Carrying souls is what I do, and on special request from Beatrice, I have watched over her young daughter, helplessly, watching time after time as she is abused, mentally and physically by her father day after day. Well that is until today.
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