Death Before Me

Hidden Wings

As  of a reaper, we can travel quickly back and forth. Humans tried to make sense of this, some say wings, other say power. Odd enough, the first person was right. Reapers have wings. No, not feather, silky white wings. We have what we call, shadow wings. Not everyone can see them, but we have the gaping hole to prove that we own them. Don't mistake a reaper for an angel. We are always annoyed by it. Our wings only show at night, only in a shadow, nothing more, nothing less. Who knew reapers would have such annoying things. Hart, Hart was well know for his wings. They were still shadow, but his, oh his, were blood red. Tattered, used, and he hated it. The man he was hated having such things. Hated the hole in his back, it angered him. The only time he enjoyed using them, was at a funeral. Little kids could witness him, their little eyes still open from heavens gates, they'd screech that an angel was taking grandma or grandpa away, it pleased him to hear it. Kids were innocent, they didn't know what he really was, nor would they find out anytime soon. On occasion he would let the show, like his sons birthday, Grim, told him with such a kind voice, " daddy, I want to see them, I want to see yours daddy," Hart melted with his son, the one that lived. Grim, he was strong mined, strong hearted. Calyx was strong powered, quick to think, if only he lived. Godrick, would be powerful in voice, he would get his way, and quick, only he was dead as well.  Jackston, was not shocked that Grim survived. He was shocked when Grim came back to him, his wings were gone, scars were there instead. Grim had a man with him, Raven haired man. Hart wasn't necessarily happy with his son, or this man. Though he didn't speak to them, his son seemed happy, glad that he was with a person. Hart wasn't sure. He never really was. Grim wasn't dead, he wasn't in pain, so Hart left it alone. Hart still had his Chrissy, so he was okay, he worried about almost everything he did with Chrissy, he worried if she seen the wings, the marks worried him. He wasn't a perfect man, he was far from it, he made his son leave him, so he couldn't hurt him. These shadow wings were fragile things. Seeing that his son has destroyed his was a shocking, its a painful process, and seeing his son do it. He began to think, to question, did the raven man make him do this? did he want to be perfect for this boy, or is he forced? Hart would find this out pretty soon, he would make sure this man wouldn't hurt his only living child. If he did, Pain would come to him, and Hart wouldn't have any sympathy, not for this random boy, and his son.