Deaths Reaper

Sheer unimaginable terror yes it happens to everyone that lives and breathes whether it be young, old, nice, wicked, pure and or damned everyone has their share of inner demons and more so has faced the terrifying beings of the underworld. I am a angel of death, grim reaper whatever you want to call me but I can assure you it's not an easy job.

My terror began when I was human, what I went through was the worse and unimaginable thing you can ever comprehend I have told many how I died only to have the soul that witnessed my tale die before my very eyes it's a sad thing but the weak will die and thus the strong remain to this day strong untill they are brought down by their pride those are the times I enjoy throughout this lifestyle is witnessing those that live high and mighty be brought down just like every other sniviling human.

There is no divine, greatful, loving, doomed, damned or any of those other things that makes the world go round.. we're all driven by the same ambitions in life to strive to the top only to be shoved back down to where they started and belong, in the dirt like the humans deserve. Why I'm so harsh towards these "humans"? well it was a set of humans that killed me so you'd except a being like myself to be all friendly to them. What is it about this particular past thing that bugs me so much? fine I'll tell you don't say I didn't warn you that this story is not for the faint of heart.

It began not too long about about six-hundred years, forty-eight days and nine hours ago.
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The days were dull and silent, as I walked among the massive streets.Making my way along the buildings, going through the daily lessons I have been taught. A voice behind me distracts me, I prepare my hidden dagger in case it's something bad. Ignoring the person at first, I turn to continue walking towards my home.

The next thing was nothing more then a blur, as something connected to the back of my head knocking me out cold. There was nothing more then silence, as I knew I was being carried off oblivious to my impending fate. When I did arouse from my sleep, I felt chains binding my wrists and feet apart. Tugging at them I hiss at the sharp stinging of metal digging into the flesh. I glance around the room, fear wide spread in my eyes for the first time.

" So you're finally awake." Was heard to my right. I look in the direction the voice came from, and to my dissmay the man had what looked like a cutting dagger. My eyes glued to the blade out of fear, and weary of the harm it can deal. Yes I am no stranger to weapons, I have killed thousands in my time. The person waved his knife in front of me, then moved the shining silver along my abdomen. Trailing a crimson line across it, I jerk back away from it in reflex of the stinging sensation.

" Stay still!" The deep voice boomed, and he dug the tip of the blade harshly into my skin. I can feel nothing but pain after that. I bite my tongue to hold back a impending cry of pain, I refuse to give the man his satisfaction of hearing me beg. Taking this as a challenge, he moves the blade up along my neckline. He cuts off the choker like collar of my outfit, and does the same with the final strap along just underneath my breasts causing the fabric to fall away leaving my upperhalf exposed to the air.

" Stop.." was fell upon deph ears, as he trails his knife along the edges of the fleshy mounds. He abandons the knife for now, as he took hold of one breast then squeezed. This made me jerk away from the hands, and hiss promises of death for him not to touch me. I was quickly reminded on my place, as he pulled harshly on the nipple making me squirm and writhe in pain.

I had never felt such dispair before, the feeling of being truly helpless. The man leers lewdly at me, I turn my head away from this gaze only to have my head tilted back to look at the other. Disgusted with this next act the other continued his decend on my breasts, while he had claimed my lips in a fierce demanding kiss. I being on the defiant side bite down on his tongue, hard enough to taste iron, copper, and blood.

" You bitch!" Was heard in a rant, as a fist collided with the side of my face. I shiver at the feeling of pain, I try to kick only to have my leg found fastly tightend to the table I am bound to. Glaring at the man above me I spit out the blood that had flowed into my mouth, as a weapon at him hitting him in the face.

That would be my last defiant act, as I was quickly striked again this time harder. I felt the break in my jaw, where the fist collided again. I focused on this pain, instead of the beating that was being strewn along me. I barely feel the knife digging into the legging like cloth I wear along my lower half, only feeling the air around me that lonely death feeling.

I see the face return to my sights, leering at me once again. The man began to crank something that was hooked to the table, moving the lower part of the table apart enough to leave me open. I instantly start panicking again, as I felt something shift between my now parted legs. A hand had taken up residence between my parted thighs, feeling the fingers trail along my womanhood.

I quickly try to close my legs, to deny the man any access, but it wouldn't work not with iron holding your legs apart. The fingers that are there, press along the clit making me unintentionally jerk upwards. I whimper once there was more of this feeling, a sound I didn't want to make.

" You seem to be enjoying this.. then what about this?" the unanwsered question goes silent, except for a loud blood piercing scream. The kind of scream only connected to pain, I feel nothing but this pain the feeling of rape. I let tears now escape my eyes, pleading the other to stop. I can feel blood pool around where the man connects to me.

The feeling itself was enough to make me want to gag myself, I struggle now to try and pull away from the other. This made him press forwards, and begin thrusting harshly into me. making me feel everything, making it known that I'll feel nothing but this. I bite my own tongue hard enough to taste the crimson liquid, as I feel everything rack through my senses.

The man drags it out more then necessary, I feel nothing more then the man above me. using me for his sick pleasures, and his hunger. I inwardly thanked whatever was out there, when the man finally released. Unknowing this was not the end, and somewhere inside of me knew that. after my rapist had pulled himself from my own spent body, he got one of his knives again.

A smaller knife pierces the flesh around one of my nipples, and begins to carve the flesh out. I now furiously hold back my screams of pain, as the knife stained with my blood now cuts the flesh completely off. The man repeats this action on the other, then abandons the knife for another big one and stabs it into my side.

The feeling of the steel in flesh was excruciating, but never did I once scream when he had literally torn off the flesh leaving nerves, and muscle exposed to the unforgiving cold air. It never once stopped from there, as my soon to be assassin drives the sharp bit of the knife into my skin once again.

I bite hold a generous amount of blood in my mouth, and once I am sure it's enough I begin to hold my breath. My body happily gives what I want it to do, to give out, and pass out from the pain. Thats all I remember from that point on, as I slip into the serene blessed eternal slumber enduced by blood lost, and pain.

I welcomed death with open arms.

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I wake to find myself on the floor of a obsidian stone floor, the kind of black you never expect to see. I have skin again, and my treasured black outfit on. Looking as though nothing had happend to me, I glance around my new surroundings with a glare.

" Where the hell am I? Why am I alive?" I demand once I see the face of a man with black waist length hair, deep green eyes much like my own, masculine toned body about a swimmers style build, robes black robes adorn his figure concealing the rest of his body. A golden scythe present along side his form, upside down in a traditional negated none threatening demeanor.

" Kiya, dear sweet Kiyomaru Shikimara," The man says greatfully, as he steps forwards towards me. The robes shift as he walks, leaving a soft pitter patter as boots thud against the tiles. I instinctivly growl moving back against a dark stone pillar, but once the man reaches me he takes me in his arms and hugs me nearly to death.

" My sweet daughter! It is finally good to see you again!" He says excitedly, I myself shiver, and move to pull away freaked out beyond belief. I'm only held tighter by the man, blinking as I wonder what is wrong with this man. Finally he pulls back taking in my form with a small frown.

" How dare that filfthy man do that to you. None of my daughters will let someone like that live any longer." He says with a hate filled glare. referring to my death, he turns around letting his dark hair flow as he walks towards a pair of doors. I follow wearily not believing this for myself. Once at these doors the man claiming to be my father stops, and turns to me as he smirks an evil smirk.

" You will avenge yourself, my daughter, my beautiful, devious Kiyomaru. For you will be known as the Angel of Death, now go out, and make me proud." He says as he opens the doors revealing a massive weaponry. I gaze dumbfounded my eyes scan for something unsure of what, but my eyes soon land on a scythe that sort of just calls to me.

Picking up this scythe I feel power resonating in my hands, and the burning feeling engulfs my form to reflect my deepening hatred. I spin the scythe once then arch it like my father has his. Upside down, behind me where the blade just barely rests against my side. The very side that had first been stabbed with a knife that caused my death.

Something felt a little off to myself, I flex my shoulder blades for a brief second feeling something heavy pressing on them. I look over my shoulder, and see a beautiful set of arch angel style wings. one black beautiful wing on the right, in the center of this wing was a serpentine dragon circled around to grasp at it's tail. The white wing on the left equally beautiful like the first, had a caduceus in it's center. Seperating me from the normal, as I give a test motion with these new wings.

I hover off the ground for what seems like two minutes to anyone else, but to me felt like eternity. I motion the wings again gaining more height, as I feel the ground gain further away from my feet. I decend to the ground making a very ungraceful landing, and fall down my legs feel like jelly.

" I-I flew?!?" I stuttered, as I look towards the man that gave me a new life. He just laughs at my expression, as he helps me up to my feet. Then I noticed a small thing that said 'Amon' I take that name into mind. Burning it into my memory, as I then push back from the embrace. Ready to carry out my first mission, my revenge on the bastard that took my life.

Amon first went over the basics with me, of telling, and showing me the things to do to go where, and how to get back. All of this stored into the back of my mind, as I openend a portal for the first time, and climbed through it. Back to where I had died, only this time I am not bound.
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The shocked expression, of the man that had taken my life was purely priceless. I'll never forget this look, he begins to plead with me to have mercy. Mercy which I don't intend to grant.

" You plead for your pathetic life, as if you have a meaning to live any further. Funny how I had begged with my eyes, for you to stop, for you to leave me be, but did you stop? No you didn't you pressed on, raped me, took everything from me. Didn't I ask you to have mercy?" I ask already knowing these anwsers, there is no anwser for those that deliever death.

The man that was once my killer backs up fearfully, till he is against the wall. I take my scythe, and arch it upwards aiming the sharp bit of the blade. Hooking it around the mans neck I close the distance between myself, and my captive killer. A smirk present on my face, as I place my hands along the skin of my killer's face.

" Did I ever ask you to do this to me? To make me filled with hatred, insanity, the feeling of never being able to trust a human soul. One like your's tainted, and destined to die.. just like every living being, you will never see, nor hurt another living being. You will die here, by my hands alone." With that said, I press my hands firmly against the man's face. the once delicate, and unstained hands mimic my anger.

I feel the fire surging through them, and coming out in a wave of energy that blows the other apart. I remember nothing but a loud explosion, the dephining sound as it rings through my ears. Once the could had subsided, and I gain the sight back of the room. There is a charred bloodied spot against where I had pinned the man, nothing left but a crimson puddle searing with heat.

Laughter fills the air, as I brush a stray trail of crimson off of myself, and flick it off like the annoying substance it is. I turn around resting my scythe against the cobble stone blood stained floor, and open the palm of my hand letting the feeling of fire, and air circle around in it into a large blue orb that quickly engulfs the room. I blow the place apart with this powerful combination, leaving nothing behind as I dissappear into the realm I had used to get back here.
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Waiting for my return Amon graciously greets me, happy to once again see his daughter in one piece. He then instructs me to the floating black orb that I had brought with me, and eliminate it from existance with my scythe. I do as told running the dark blade through the orb destroying it. Specks of the soul are quickly devoured by disgusting creatures that lurk among the shadows of this realm.

" Come Kiya, You have alot of work to do." Amon says as he instructs me along the massive corridors to the Death Angel's Lair, where would become my home. I walk quickly my hair swaying ,as I walk much like my father's does. Graceful, and elegantly as a pair of double doors open greeting us into the busy hallways of a golden archway that leads into nothing.

From there on I became what I am now. The Angel of Death, I walk along these corridors every minute. Going about the normal or what appears to be normal. I knew the insanity of the world before it began. now all I do is write off the names of the damned and deliever the end to the suffering.. the way of the Death Angel.
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Phew! I hope you all enjoyed reading that as much as I did writing it. I worked hard I discourage flames. flames will be deleted.