Prolouge Tell me what you guys think because I don't know if I should continue this story
Every story has a plot, something that happens to each and every character. But this story goes along...over time unfolding this mystery that is yet to come,does the story have a purpose? who the hell knows....and over time lives will begin and lives will end. The space between life and death was dark no love or even light dared to see into the tortured soul of this space, the sands of the deserts slipping through the bony fingers of death himself. Broken, alone,and hungry from the years that consumed him The Reaper's flesh cracked and fell away like the single grain of sand that was forgotten in time. The Reaper felt no pain,no sadness he was just there....to fill the space between life and death the blistering heat and the freezing snow had no affect on this abomination....but The Reaper craved freedom...he longed to be where things weren't easily forgotten where love...and light existed. So he rised from the world below to the world above. He couldn't prepare himself for what he felt that deep longing grew and grew until The Reaper truly thought it would burst inside of him and claim him in a fiery inferno that would never end. This was what freedom felt like...his soul that was once dead and shriveled up in a dark corner was now carressed in warmth and forgiveness he saw what no man dared to dream and to fulfill. The Reaper knew better though....no matter how far he climbed away from the space he was created to be in.....he could never fully escape unless he was a living breath person, his life was sad but he didn't feel it,but when he climbed out of the hole in the cemetry something broke and he found out that his emotions poured into him like a fierce tidal wave he felt anger when his will was taken from him. Life was taken from him and he wanted it back and he wanted it that moment to feel what others had felt before him.....but that was not suppose to be and he knew it yet he wanted to grab the man who created him with his scythe and tear his freedom and his very soul out of his body and feed it to the Devil himself.
The Reaper smiled to himself and looked at the incoming dawn with hope,defiance and strength. Because this was the day that The Reaper would decide his own fate and let the consequences go to Hell...
