A black cloak, not a crease out of place. A dark hood, engulfed in shadows. A pair of eyes, glowing like the sun. He was everything I hated, everything I regretted, and everything I liked all at the same time. I wouldn't call him my friend, oh no, nothing but something I despised with every inch of my being, yet couldn't get enough of all at the same time. This is no cliché, this is no drama, this is no fairy tale. This is the Reapers Son.All Rights Reserved