It was a dark ominous night, and there was barely a cloud in sight. Not a sound filled the empty streets. When the eerie sound of the clock tower striking midnight filled the skies, the streets were covered in a blanket of an ominous, eerie dark fog. The fog carried with it groups of robed figures, some wearing black robes, others wearing gray robes, another group was wearing dark purple robes, and the rest wearing white robes. All these wandering cloaked figures traveled until they came to what was known as the Reaper's Tower which stood tall in the middle of the city. All the robed figures were met by Grim the Grim Reaper.
Grim stood at the entrance of the tower, looking on as the crowd of robed figures gathered around the tower. Grim held out his hand as the muttering among the group ceased.
"My name is Grim, and I am the Grim Reaper, most of you that know me, know why you are here, the others, don't, but may have a good idea," Grim smirked. "You were all sent the set robe you are wearing as you stand before me, a scythe necklace, and an identification card, you will need that identification card to get around this tower and the many dimensions that lie within. The scythe necklaces, their secrets will be revealed to you within due time. Today, all of you will embark on a journey to become reapers," Grim explained as he stepped down from the top steps and began to walk towards the crowd. "Some of you that are returning from the Five Year Departure Recollection, are probably wondering why your robes may have changed, and I assure you, it is for the best."
Grim scanned the crowd for a second, "Reapers wearing the white robes are beginner reapers, ones wearing gray robes are intermediate reapers, and black robes are advance reapers, your professors are inside and right now, I would like you all to follow me so we can officially explain why you are all here," Grim said turning around as he began to walk up the stair, not until someone wearing a white robe stopped him.
"Just one second," he said grabbing a hold of Grim's should with a firm grip. "I am the son of the Mark of the Beast, why in the Afterlife am I stuck with a white robe?" the person growled.
Grim smiled, "Dantè." Grim turned and caught the glaring eyes of the person under the hood. "You may be the son of Ciege, but that doesn't give you rights to be in the ranks, other reapers worked for their ways up the rank."
Dantè removed his hood. He had burning dark red eyes and long spiky black hair. He had a scar over his left eye, and around his neck was a gold chain.
Grim chuckled.
"What's so funny?" Dantè asked.
"Two things," Grim smirked, "One, just like your father hot headed and arrogant, and two, you have the same burning eyes just like an old friend of mine." Grim closed his eyes.
"I want my rightful place along with the rest of the high ranking reapers," Dantè snarled.
"You will in due time Dantè, you will, but you have to learn something called patience," Grim smirked.
Dantè snarled. He then took his hand off Grim's shoulder. Grim walked back up the stairs. "Follow me in an orderly manner."
The crowd of reapers followed behind Grim inside the Reaper Tower. They then walked up the spiral staircase, what seemed like an hour walk with just mumbling, and small idle chit chat, the groups of reapers arrived at a huge lecture hall close to the top of the tower. "Now file into seats, and when you find a place suitable to seat, take your seats, and I will go through orientation!" Grim exclaimed as he walked to the bottom of the lecture hall, and stood with his arms folded across his chest.
Within minutes the group of reapers finally settled down, and focused on Grim.
"Like I said before, you are all students at the Reaper Academy, this tower is a safe haven for all reapers alike," Grim said as his voice echoed.
