It is easy to tell her that she's perfect. They use words to proclaim her riches, beauty, and intelligence.
But there's one thing she lacks: the meaning of her existence.
As she walks in the path of being alive, she's finding someone who could find...
The night is seemed silent and dark. No one is straying around this area, except for this reaper who's attractively watching the moon with its full shape.
Opening the window of her car, she senses the air entering inside. She smiles as she hears the silent whisper of the cold wind, saying: 'suffer, suffer, scream, and pain.'
The reaper smiles and listens to the lullaby she enjoys.
And once again, she gazes up to the moon. It is gleaming beautifully as it gathers all the shining glory for lighting up the dark. Staring so coldly, she strangely sees the moon smiles, telling: 'in the full circle of moon, the reaper will rise and take lives!'
Now, now. Guess who is that reaper? My lips curl up in evil smile. Of course, that's me.
I bet you're asking me what I'm doing here in this dark, scary road with the moon who's creepily smiling on me.
I'm waiting for my target. Based on the information I read before, this man is selling children in the black market for a total cost of $5,000 and above.
"Lady, target sighted. At the lobby, exiting the building." I hear him say over the transmitter. It is Ivan, my look-out for this mission and our main techie.
"Okay." I reply to him as I ready myself.
Then afterwards, I sight a man coming out from the main entry of a hotel building while heading to the parking area.
I smirk. He's in a wrong business. And now, he will be killed with my stained hands.
I climb out of my car shortly as I follow him silently without committing any sounds.
As soon as he reaches the parking lot, that time, I'm already few meters behind him with my concealed presence. Then I start to talk, "Hello, sinner." and say in a cold, silent voice.
Nervously with his shuddering stature, he turns his head to my direction. There I see a pair of terrified eyes as I let out my ominous bloodlust. I gaze at him blankly and lift the corner of my lips like the crescent moon.
"W-Who are y-you?!" Stammering voice, shaky system, and fear on his face. He's scared seeing how deathly I am.
"The Grim Reaper." I speak with a high authority to my voice. "The one who's going to guide you to afterlife."
"W-What do you w-want?!" He stutters hysterically.
"It is what I have said."
"Screw your nonsense! Spare me! I have money with me, ask how much you want!"
"Oh, then would you be kind enough to ask you an amount such as 3,000 U.S dollars?"
"Of course!" the man says proudly whilst fixing his tux in arrogant way. "I can double the price you want! Triple, if you may wish!"
Observing his actions, he is a filthy rich old man. I even think that he grew in an environment where money is everything and the lives of those penniless are just nothing.
"How fancy." I chuckle in a creepy tone. "What a productive life you have. Where did you get your wealth?"
"It is my own business, you prick! Now get lost!"
"I'm the Grim Reaper," I say with a quiet voice while drawing my katana out of its sheath. "Getting lost out of your sight is a shame for my job. Thus, leading you to hand of the death god is the reason why I am here."
"I-I . . . I don't give a crap about you and your whitted purpose!" he interjects almost falling on his knees.
"You've been yelling the whole time," I speak with a diabolic smile, "Does death scare you? Pathetic."
This time, he really falls on his knees and cries in uproar as he begs me to spare his life. Fear. I eat in people's fear. That is what makes me the Grim Reaper.
"How presumptuous of you.You ask for your own freedom out of the touch of my blade, yet you steal other's freedom for your own greed." I tell the old man still with a hollowed façade. "Scroundels like you should leave the mundane world. Your place is perfect in the Underworld."
Then the man surprisingly bursts in laughing full of mock. He wipes his tears while I can't understand if he is laughing or weeping. "Then what about you?! Do you think killing scroundels like me would make you a better person?! Like a heroine of justice? Huh, don't you lump that crap on me. You are no far from me! You lout also is perfect for hell! You—"
Like I spare another second to let him say a word. I slit his throat off with the sharp tip of my katana. "You have no rights to speak ill of me." I say while watching him bleed to death. I hit some vitals and veins. Surely, he will die in any moment. "Take heed, I am not here to hear you spat your accusations. Indeed, killing you would not make me far from you; yet the hell is too good to allow me in that place. Hence, I am here to help the hell to send someones like you there."
After sending my farewell words to him, I stuck the katana through his head. Blood spurts out and lets it renders the floor a masterpiece. A dead person can create an art, even in its last minute.
Then I leave the place. As I walk on the dark path, I stare up to the moon again. It is a beautiful moon, but it has never been perfect. For me, the moon is an ugly creation. The moon is forever lonely, for it is created to be alone along with its scars.
And the worst of it, the moon have this dark side. Even if the sun can light up the dark, but the shadows the moon hiding will not.
The moon only have a one purpose: to shine the darkness when time comes. Truly, it gives shines for everyone, but cannot enlighten its hidden side.
It is a shame, but the moon knows how to be a human.
As for someone like me, a sin for a sin. To obliterate sin, I must sin.
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