I am the Grim Reaper

My Top Hat

    My top hat, a hat with so much incredible power. So mysterious that even i don't know the ends of its power. Many now know thats it a signature look of mine. However, Not many know of it's origins. Listen and tell me if you remember this boy. Long ago, when the Devil was about to be the Devil and I had a just broken gauge 2 on my power scale. One day in the making of hell with Adam, the Devil,  I fought a monster named Jarus. It had began when I had been creating eternity orbs, which once inside you could live in as if it were a life. I was creating the attachment that let you insert darkness to make the usual dream like sequence into a nightmare. I recognized a dark energy coming from miles away and boy, did it peak my interest. I had been working on this contraption for Hell for a while and hadn't  really been able to kill. I thought to myself, "Why not? I have something I need to try out anyway" . My bloodlust was too much to contain. The over-whelming need to kill was too much to control at the time. I saw it was a man in the distance. I decided to start this fight after analyzing my opponent. I dashed quite quickly toward Jarus, slowing time in the process. I had gotten close enough to see a scarred Vessel. Vessel was obviously tampered with ,which means that this Demon would make excellent exercise. I would soon realized He came from the dark abyss that is Dr. Ludhime's ideas. He was a creature created from mutated dark souls. After i had realized this, I got to my vantage point  and snapped time back into its normal motion.  The battle was about to begin.

I whistled for my scythe to strike, and as fast as time itself it came pounding on Jarus, splicing his spine within mili-seconds. The hellish ground cracked upon Impact. The force forced onto the ground blew clouds of dirt and dust into the air making it somewhat hard to see. Surprisingly interesting, He was cut to a gnome but still smiling and laughing. He then stretched his body back the way it was. I started to piece it together. Bones do not apply to him. Suddenly, these black like octopus tentacles  reached out attempting to grab me. Though it was new, i wasn't afraid. Mostly because when the battle started he seemed like a human. Pacing around me, so I know Jarus' new form isn't perfect. Isn't fully demon like. I called my Scythe close to me so i could be ready for anything. He looked at me with determination to win. "I'll have to make a great effort,but I will win!" he said as he transformed into his beast like form. It's not unusual for demons to switch to a beast form, so I didn't think much of it. I had thought that I could predict Ludhime, I was severely wrong. He charged at me again and again slamming himself into the walls of the dungeon, not noticing that there was another demon there, I tried to get a hold on the situation.  I could tell he was lacking the patience to continue this slow paced battle. All of a sudden he transformed back into his human form. I then realized that there was something wrong.

 I stood about fifteen feet away from him as he started to draw the demon's dark star around him. This dark mist would start to flood the room and I had to wrap the cleansing cloak around me. I tried to predict his move, that this mist was going to injure me, so it was the first idea to come to mind. I regretted this almost immediately after. It didn't close in on me, he left himself open to the mist. What was that mist? It was souls, lost souls. Souls that never got to where they wanted to be. I was going to do something but by the time i released myself from the cloak and tried to get to him the mist was almost gone.  When i was rushing toward him I noticed the fact that this mist was changing him. All the yelps and cries were coming from the seeping mist. It was all working on my imagination at the time. While running toward him I realized the force behind me. It was the twin.  Dagnorne, the older brother . Both dead and into hell by the massacred villages and the two of them were sent to kill me. From who? They'll tell me, I'll make'em talk i thought. The souls were all being sucked into Jarus' chest. I whistled out for my scythe and punched Jarus in the abdomen. My fist crushed bones for sure, but it seemed to not faze him. As soon as He went flying, my scythe had arrived and I grabbed it and threw it toward Jarus' flying body. It sliced him in half and souls blasted out of both parts of the body. They busted out but just as quickly as they got out they were quickly sucked back into his body. I realized then that his power most likely will come from those souls. I had to cut him into pieces. I opened my power to phase Akol, which let my speed increase. One gauge up. I could feel the steam boiling my skin in my body. I whistled for my scythe, I wanted to find out his weak points.