"Spirits of Air, Earth, Fire, and Sea
Converge together, set thy angel free
From my tongue, I send this rhyme
In hopes that my offering appeases time
Cast aside morals, see what is near
Make a quick judgment, bring death here
Evils extinguished, pu...
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"I'm screwed." I tossed my head into my hands, covering my eyes with my palms.
I felt a hand comfortingly grasp my arm. "No you're not. Hey look on the bright side, you don't even know what this Death guy wants from you." Steph said trying to sound positive, but failing when her words were clearly coated with worry.
I slowly turned my head towards her and gave her a blank stare. "Steph let's be real for five seconds. I'm fucked. Dropped the soap; no lube."
She grimaced, "Jesus that's graphic."
I groaned and plopped my head down onto the table. Footsteps approached and my grandma entered the room. Within seconds a large thud rocked the table, disturbing my self-indulged misery.
I looked up, a large dusty book now sat before my grandma and she skimmed through the pages, carefully reading over each paragraph as I watched her eyes dance back and forth.
I leaned over to try and get a better look. "What's that? Hopefully a way to relieve me of my misery?"
"It's a mythology book and I'm searching for something that could shed some light on your special situation." She said as she pushed her glasses up her nose. "The tale of the reaper goes back for centuries. Across most mythology and even most religions, the underlying story of him tends to be the same. A cloaked figure who wields a mighty blade-"
Steph wiggled her eyebrows. "A mighty blade you say." She purred.
Grandma smirked. "-forged by the devil himself."
Steph flattened her lips. "Alrightyyyy then. Never mind." She muttered to herself. "Not today Satan, not today."
I snickered at Stephs comment and turned back to my grandma, ushering her on to finish explaining.
"The only thing in here that doesn't make sense to me, is that most tales caution that seeing the reaper is a sign of your impending death." She sat up and looked at me. "And you're still alive."
I smiled as a small amount of hope filled my body. "Maybe the books are wrong especially since I've seen him a few times and I'm still alive."
Grandma cocked her head. "A few times? Have you seen him before the summoning?"
I looked over at Steph whose face was now etched with curiosity. I had never told anyone else but grandma about my experience as a child. I looked back at grandma; hoping she would recall my story from my youth. "Do you remember when I was a kid and I told you about that girl at the playground? Well when she disappeared I was at that same cemetery as the one from this 'dream' I had. That's where I saw him for this first time, all those years ago." I paused. "I just thought that since I never found the little girl or that cemetery again... that maybe my imagination had made it up, so I didn't try to give it too much thought."
