The God and the Reaper
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Ultima pubblicazione dom, feb 7, 2021
Reapers aren't supposed to have emotions. They're supposed to be focused, quick, and effective to get the job done. Death is death - it comes for anyone. At first Aludra didn't understand why it was so detested by humans. But after centuries of collecting souls, the god-made reaper is beginning to understand.
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Aludra is one of my characters, one of several Reapers created by the God of Death to aid in collecting souls for the afterlife. These are some snippets of writing surrounding Aludra and the god who created her. She's part of a bigger web of ideas I have and I don't have an actual story written down yet, so hopefully these small snippets will suffice. I hope you enjoy!
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