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Rated: 13+ · Campfire Creative · Chapter · Fantasy · #1725742
The Life of the reaper Delian
[Introduction]
Proloug:Listen


Okay, first you need to know who I am.
My name is Delian, and I'm a Reaper.
I didn’t always like being one.
The only reason I kill is because it’s the way to stay alive.
If you don't get it, let me explain.
We're like demons. We need to kill to survive.
If we don’t kill, we get exhausted.
Most of us can stand half a year without killing someone.
Killing, for us, is like feeding.
Now, you should know enough to understand my position.
Also, one last Note; I, am Death.


Chapter One: Starting my new life.



This is how it all started.
I was strolling along in the park, and my girlfriend had just broken up with me.
I saw people having fun, while my heart still hurt.
Then I saw the guy in black, his outfit caught my eye.
He looked like a Demon!
I saw he had some oddly shaped attachment on his back.
I ran away,when he saw me, I ran harder.
But he was faster .
He caught up to me and only had one thing to say:
Why did you run when u saw me?
I answered:
Im scared of gothic people.
He laughed in my face. I was wondering if he thought I was being honest,
or if he knew I was lying.
I walked away slowly this time.
Then he turned around and asked me:
Why do you look so sad?
I answered: That’s none of your business.
I kept walking scared that he would follow me again.
And I was right.
He turned and the next second, he was next to me.
What happened then, I cant remember, but I woke up in a really dark place.

Chapter Two: The Groups



[B]After a few minutes, my eyes adjusted to the dark.
I saw there were people gathered around me.
A girl, an old man and the guy from the park.
I hoped he didn’t notice I had woken up.
He walked up to the old man, and asked:
So, how do you like your new life?
The old man answered:
I’m happy I'm stil alive, but I feel awkward to kill humans to stay alive.
Then, he noticed I was awake.
He saw me flinch.
He knew why I flinched, and asked Me:
Oh, so you’re awake?
I thought if I'm arrogant, these could be my last minutes.
So I answered politely:
Yes Sir, I am awake but may I ask you something?
My urge of wanting to ask the question, overflowed me, so I just asked without waiting for his answer:
Do I really need to kill humans?
He laughed, and answered: Yeah, I'm afraid you have to, or else you will die, in half a year.
I flinched again, wondering what happened.
He answered my thoughts like this:
Hmm. I bet you're wondering where you are, and what happened?
Well...You are at the Reaper hangout. Humans call it Hell.
And what happened...It’s a long story because I need to explain alot,
so let’s just get started or it will be a long day, full of mystery for you.
Well, I was In the park recruiting new reapers.
When I felt your heart.
I thought to myself 'Wow that boy is feeling miserable.'
But then I saw u run.
I was scared for you,
because your heart was on the edge of exploding out of misery.
Here comes a part where I need to explain something big.
When humans get really sad, their heart gets overheated like a machine,
and just explodes. The humans call it a Heart attack
You wont have that problem anymore .
I stopped him and asked what he meant
He answered :
When you turn into a reaper your heart gets replaced with an energy orb.
He grinned and said:
But back to the story
And continued like this :
So I chased you,
and asked why you ran.
Your answer made me laugh.
That’s the reason why I rescued you, because I liked your style,
and now you're here as a Reaper.
I just laughed insanely loud.
I was going crazy.
He asked:
So, any questions ?
I said: Yeah.
What about the killing I need to do it bare handed?
He gave me a look like wow, he has questions with big answers:
Good question first time I heard it.
It needs an explanation.
Over many centuries, we've gotten many different people,
and groups started to form.
At the moment we have 3 groups

Desecrators:
They don’t care about humans,
and kill mercilessly.

Legion:
They like the feel, of the ****s of the dead, and feed off of them.
But they care for people, so they kill fast and painless.

Survivors:
They were good humans and care too much about humans to kill them.
So they only kill when needed.

Every group uses different weapons.

Desecrators, like to use Claymores And Hammers

Legion likes to use Daggers, Katanas, and Kunai.

Survivors use around the same things as Legion, and is more like a sub-group.

He stopped talking for a while

Then I asked

Can I see the world?

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