I felt the fire burn in me as it had every generation. Instead of taking hold my soul it empowered it as it was supposed to. Every person was different. You had to die to live on. Some, however, just died. They weren't strong enough. I was.
Every generation, a soul is chosen, by what force is unknown, to burn and live on as a Reaper. Their only purpose left is to protect the underworld and deviler souls. Every Reaper has a story. This is mine.
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Souls To Gather
FantasyYou'd think it would be simple. Only things can get complicated. Everything is a fight. Trying to deliver souls. Politics. Demons. Defending the underworld and everything you stand for.
