Meanwhile in a dark dimension in the tower, Dreadscythe is watching over the training of a small advanced reaper. The reaper had extraordinary speed and agility as he or she moved through the obstacle course like lightning.
Dreadscythe snapped her fingers, and the reaper appeared in front of her in a blur.
"Good job today little bit, pack it in," Dreadscythe said placing her hands on her hips.
The reaper then asked in a sweet innocent feminine voice, "Why must you keep me a secret sister?"
Dreadscythe sighed. "There's a war upon us sis, the Death Dimensions are under siege, and I'm getting too old to fight and to carry on my duties, you may not be blood related, but ever since I found you when you were just a child, I have clothed, trained, and taught you to fully develop your Death Mark Eyes. My own children are unable to possess the Death Mark Eyes Trait, but they do know every hex spell I know, so in case I am not able to finish your training you must go in search of my three daughters, The Fates."
"You're not going to die, are you sister?" the reaper asked.
"I spent a century without my other half," Dreadscythe coughed.
"You mean your older sister?" the reaper asked.
Dreadscythe nodded. Suddenly Reaper came from a dark swirling vortex.
"So this is your protégé?" Reaper asked with a sly smirk on her face.
"Who is that sister?" the reaper asked.
"That is the one who trained me, The Second Grim Reaper, Reaper," Dreadscythe smiled. "You see little bit, there have been Four Grim Reapers since the Reaper's Council has been established, Raven, The Divine Death Reaper; Reaper, The Chaos Reaper; Daemon, The Wind Storm Reaper; and now Grim, the Sandstorm Reaper, there are only two living Grim Reapers, Grim and Reaper, Raven passed away shortly after The Reaper Council was established, and Daemon met with an unfortunate end, and is now a seal to the most powerful containment device."
"Alright little one, off with you," Reaper said.
"Why?" the reaper asked.
"Here's the deal, you can come back in when I call you back in, because I want you to see this," Dreadscythe said placing her hand on the reapers head.
The young reaper scampered out of the dimension while Reaper and Dreadscythe stayed and talked.
"She isn't allowed to see this specific hex spell Dreadscythe, and you know that," Reaper said.
"She has a right, I'm the only one she has left Lord Reaper," Dreadscythe pleaded.
"Master Raven would have a fit and you know that," Reaper sighed.
"Master Raven isn't here, and he would want one of the Marked Seven to know what my fate was," Dreadscythe snickered.
Reaper was shocked.
"She's one of the Marked Seven?" Reaper inquired. "Only grandchildren of the Chosen Seven, you, and Lucious have Death Marked Eyes, and you're telling me that child is not only one of the Marked Seven but also have almost fully developed her Death Mark Eyes?"
"She's the granddaughter of Maverick, after Maverick passed away his son got married and they had Mariah there also known as Shadow, Maverick came to me in a vision and told me to seek her out because her parents abandoned her when she developed her Psychic Death Mark Eyes, so here weare now, I've been training her for thirteen years, and now I want my daughters to watch over her and take care of her training."
"I heard about that through the shadows," Reaper sighed. "Out of all the Marked Seven, she has had it rough. Her parents died shortly after abandoning her; Grim was the reaper who sealed their souls away but not before I asked why and they said because she was an abomination just like her grandfather."
