Give 'em Hell

Even though we'd watched the same death happen several times before, Ezra still held his breath and looked on ahead at the vast ocean instead of looking directly at the girl. I could feel the tug of the ocean as if it were going to reach up and swallow her whole and I watched as she tipped further and further towards it. Then, we both watched as her weight tipped forward and as her nails dug into the pier, the one arm that barely hugged the wooden pole unable to hold her weight. She couldn't swim. We knew she couldn't swim. So we watched her drown.

That day on the pier, we watched that girl drown. We watched Roslyn drown. "Why?" you ask. So she could become something much more important than an abandoned 10-year-old on a pier. She died to join us in the afterlife. A little girl who will grow to become one of the most powerful beings known to mankind.

She is a black mass rising from the ocean. She is hollowed and beautiful. She is Rosen, a reaper of souls.