Death Before Me

Years

Seconds. Minutes. Hours. Days. Weeks. Months. Years. Centuries. All in the matter of time. All which he now controlled. All did his bidding all did his work. A young helpless boy turning into the king of all his kind, into death. He now ruled the dead, the reapers. " history is wrong, people died and went to heaven or hell, they kept the soul. And now, now I take it. We now take them." Jackston explained to his fearful group of people, Jackston never used his name anymore, he was called Hart, his middle name. But that wasn't the only reason, Jackston, or Hart, was know as death, and the first heart reaper. He took souls of the living, he would also take their hearts, as a souvenir. Hart had all the hearts locked away in a vault, below his castle. Oh how happy he had been since he grew older, more people joined him, more people feared him. As lonely as he felt, his happiness covered that up. He left into his castle smiling to himself, that smile soon faded away when he got to the basement, he looking in the mirror, staring at a younger version of himself. He frowned and the pale and bloody version, " you know I'm sorry, if I could have changed the past I would. But I can't. I can't just yet, but I promise, you will be saved, or killed," he added. Walking away, hearing his own scream, his own pain, through the years of his torture.