Our Demons

Chapter:1 The Reaper

He shut down compassion, how else can one be a Reaper, so he suppressed all of his good side, happiness, and mainly love........

Not all of us are born the way we are... And the Reaper is one!

It was hard for him at the very start, the warmth of his victim's soul burned his cold self, but nothing is permanent, the Reaper in him changed the real him,.. The victim's warmth was soon lost on his cold soul, making the place colder as he enters...., walking, no gliding towards his poor victim, with a grin on his face, and at the moment he places his scythe on you, you are hell bound, and his touch is the death's touch, and at that moment, the reaper becomes the end and the beginning, the salvation and the death.......

Reaper's Pov:

Im no God! Not a Ghost! Or even an archangel! Im your darkest fears, Im the death itself, Im the Reaper, and I serve none! You might be the king, or a street sweeper, but at the very end, everybody dances with the Reaper!
I have various names, but I go by, Samael, Samael Grigori Asmodeus.

Im immortal, one of the boons of being the creature of the hell! My demons are cold, dark, and evil, feeding off fear, misery, pain but mostly death, I am the End, I have become heartless, and to be the End I had to let go off the last shred of humanity that was left in me....

There's an end for everyone. And when the end is near, there's no running away, no bribing the reaper, and there's no cheating the death! Everyone answers my scythe the Rich and the Poor alike, Men and Women, Old and Young, all alike.

Time: break of dawn

The Sun's rays, are trying to peak through the dark blanket of clouds, I couldn't help but grin at that, so typical of the sun always creating false hope, I watched the sun's rays fight the dark clouds as I sat on the mountain top, with my cloak covering my face. Most of the times, the sun won the fight, because, even the darkness all powerful it might be, has to lose to the light, but not today, today Im on a mission, if you could call it that, my demons are already roaring, they are hungry.

I made my way to the cabinet in the woods, the air has become chillier, there's no stopping now, another death, another love lost, but this is supposed to happen, I cant change anything, this is what I am, this is what I was made to be, a cold hearted Reaper.

No doors can prevent me, I walk past them as if they don't exist. There on his bed he lay, he must have known, Im on my way, because he had left a bottle of vodka, the things the mortals, do for living, he snuggled closer into his blanket, with a frown at the sudden coldness in the room, and opened his eyes. He mumbled, "Oh! You have come!" Looking at the bottle in my hand, he said with a smile, "So you have found what I have left for you!" I looked at him, he was not very rich or poor, he voiced his thoughts, in a smug, but his brown eyes and his heart betrayed him! I told him with a grin on my face, "Oh dear Mason! Hasn't anyone told you, nobody cheats the death, and no-one, bribes the Reaper!" I added menacingly. My Demons are roaring, the wait is over, I tell myself, "please, let me be! I have a family......" He starts.

Same old , same old, the same pleas, begs, and cries for mercy, he should have thought about this earlier, when he cheated on his wife, when he committed his mistakes, "Where were your thoughts about your family, when you cheated on your wife? Say your last words Mason, your end is here!" I tell him, He screams, "Go To Hell" "Hmm! I thought you would come up with something realistic! And anyways if this makes you any happier, I do live there! " I say as I place my Scythe, and I can feel the little warmth he possessed, seeping through me, it was calming, peaceful, and the demons in me roared, and laughed. But they went quite after awhile. I shut his eyes, and started walking, then I remembered my prize, I picked up the bottle of Vodka, and left with a grin, just because I resisted, doesn't mean I didn't want it. I Picked up my prize and walked out of the house. Its just that I don't drink at work.

So after awhile, the Sun did emerge out of the clouds, winning the battle, but by then, my work was done, and so was my bottle of Vodka.