Being chosen by the gods as an angel of death was considered to be a great honor in the angelic community. However, carrying out the gods most sacred and necessary of duties was a very heavy burden for their newly appointed reaper. Though he was good at what he did, and was just in his decisions and mercy, he was still under the thumb of the gods; and thus under contract. He was once a man of very little problems. He lived a happy life; He was an expectant father and happily married, in what seemed to be a perfect community. He could faintly remember the day it all crumbled around him…
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It was a Tuesday afternoon when Terra arose from his bed, draped in an ocean of sheets beside him lay his wife. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes as the suns rays cascaded into the room, illuminating the skin on his face, gently waking him with a warm embrace. He wandered the halls he knew so well, caressing the walls as he walked. At night he could swear he heard the house breathing, though now it seemed at rest. He entered the kitchen as he began his brew of coffee, never forgetting to make the extra cup for his wife when she would awake. He peered out the window into his yard; his wife’s yard rather. A beautiful community of flowers hugged their home, while a mighty oak sat out front, sheltering and protecting in its purpose.
It had been a full hour he sat alone at the dining room table, waiting for his wife to awaken, greeting him as she had always done in the past. It wasn’t like her to sleep in so late on a workday. It hadn’t sunk in until he returned to their bedroom, as he noticed his wife still laying soundly in their bed. She was motionless under the covers, her face a pale white as he edged in closer. He stood over her, staring at his now lifeless wife. He shook her in a panic as he began to break down, falling to his knees as they smacked the hardwood floor, echoing with an ominous thud. She wouldn’t hear him now, she could never hold him again; with no rime or reason she had gone. She was taken from him. She was stolen…
He remembered sitting in the hospital, when it all seemed to freeze before him, as though someone had pushed the pause button on his life, when suddenly a figure appeared before him. He stood tall in front of him, draped in white and silver robes, as huge white wings arched over his body, his long white hair flowing behind him as if it were alive. In his hand he held a Sheppard’s cane, long and sturdy, he grasped it firmly in his right hand. He approached Terra with an offer, an offer he couldn’t refuse: The opportunity to serve under the rule of the gods as their angel of death, in exchange for his now retched life. Thinking back on that day, he realized what a foolish mistake he had made in accepting the angel’s offer.
Now, almost 15 years to the day, he had become a successful reaper. He seemed to fit into his position perfectly, as he grew colder each day. It seemed only fair when he took someone’s life, that their loved ones felt the pain he did when his wife had been so abruptly taken from him. Reaping souls seemed effortless until the day he received the assignment to collect the soul of his thought to be dead daughter. Terra made his choice from there, refusing to do as the gods wished; he had been cast out of heaven. Fallen to earth he became nothing more than the gods trash as his once angelic body tore apart.
Though the gods had abandoned him, and he had no one to turn to, he had no idea that another such angel had landed on earth to find him. Her intentions as unclear as Terra’s past…
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