Chapter one
What did I miss the most
Was it the burning stages of unfortunate mortality ?
Or the bitter sweetness of knowing death itself?
No, it was neither , the past years has leaked by my humanity trickled away with it .I am no longer weakened by human emotion , I no longer feel hunger or pain . None of it matters anymore, the only thing I feel is the kill . The rush , through my body as I deprive that soul of its case , as their deep enriching toxic juices spill from their shells .
When you stare at somebody you don’t expect them to be any less than human , but don’t judge a book by its cover , nobody can really tell us apart , as our father would say blend in like crows in a grave yard.
You watch , you wait until somebody stupid enough to confront you , the pain only lasts a simple splendid second . Looking at the rotting corpses beneath my feet men, women and children all dead . That’s the scheme of things , I gave up my humanity to be a reaper , but in some ways I do miss the kill , the way my hands felt gripping their dying bodies . My hands clinging around their thin broken necks . I enjoyed it when I was human and I love it even more when I’m a reaper . The years passed to nothing , I don’t know how long I’ve been like this , I stay in the same body day after day . Hopeless humanity brims to nothing , my life leads to nothing but death , I don’t know why I just don’t ask him to change me into a desperate loser , one of the lost souls .
In my life there is no such thing as passion , there is only the lust of the kill , knowing that the person who’s on your list drives you close to insanity , like an alcoholic sitting next to a bottle of Vodka .The temptation is just too much . Sometimes you let yourself go , you let them believe what they want to , you tell them that you’re a mystical creature of darkness , they automatically jump to the conclusion that you’re a blood sucker . Well , the pretence doesn’t last long . You sit there constantly watching , waiting for your prey , and you slowly conjure yourself into their lives . Whether its catching the same bus and sitting next to them , going to the same school and dating them . I know its cruel , but you have to think I’m not a very empathetic guy , well mainly due to the fact I was a serial killer . But there are hundreds if not thousands of my kind roaming the streets above . Just think they could be in the same room as you at this very moment , makes you feel paranoid doesn’t it ? That your death could be just a few seconds away .
Many people try to eliminate us , but that’s close to impossible . However , to tell you the truth we can only die if we chose to . I mean if we claim a certain person’s soul on our list , that means we have collected our fates , The soul we have to collect , you would call a soul mate . The whole look but don’t touch applies to this . We have to keep away from our soul mate or else they could change us , make us feel again, until one day we become so obsessed by them , we give up being a reaper and ….
Well , we don’t know .Rumours have it that they turn you into a leech , or maybe your soul simply belongs to them and nobody else and you simply disappear and go to all mighty , all loving God . I know its called don’t make me sick , the angles really get a kick out of him being number one and all . I mean , if our guy was in charge the world wouldn’t be that different to the way it is now, just a few more murders and that’s about it , they all say it would be apocalyptic if he was in charge but personally I find it a lot better that way . Where as nobody really knows what happens , it doesn’t really matter to me any way , I don’t believe in that kind of junk . What I really believe in is going to hell, I know its real I’ve been there. The true Eden of Gods world , heavens own hell . Its our realm , but the Creepers use it , writhing demons petrify you as your skin peels away from your muscled flesh as you enter the dark realms . They follow reapers seeking their prey , trying to earn more points so they can become poltergeists of some sort , we never have to beg or fall to the ground in agonising pain our souls being ripped from our bodies. The Creeps are shells of Reapers ,but at least we keep our souls safe , their souls at shattered across the lands of hell , the broken pieces are food for the devils other growing children , the Succubus. They prey on men they seek the untamed, the broken basically any one they can get , they don’t stop until men can no longer see clearly their heads fill with madness ,and eventually drive men insane with lust and power . Something that we all want but we can never truly have . They are beautiful and yes I won’t deny that I feel some pull towards them , but that’s because with male souls , its like drawing a bee to a flower ,as if magnetic forces pull us together they can’t resist us Reapers , we are sought of like trophy souls , I know a few reapers that actually found their soul mate and yes, you probably guessed it , they were Succubus . But Father wouldn’t allow it , and so he would rather destroy his own then to see them together , I mean can you imagine if they were allowed to breed together , well lets not . Just like if we were still human we wouldn’t be able to resist them either. Carsian, always turns up when you least expect her to .but I heard she’s got an important ‘client’ at the moment , she’s the devil’s first born and is the hardest to avoid at best of times even I find her almost attractive .Her long legs spark with unbearable need and her crimson eyes burn with desire , you can tell that she had been round for thousands of millennia due to the fact she has the most experience, if you know what I mean . But I won’t say too much about her , she is his prized possession and she does sit her royal ass on a throne if you’re wondering , a seat made up of sharp skulls of all sizes , I wouldn’t be surprised if they were the heads of her victims . Well at least we dispose of ours properly , either burnt in a car accident so that it looks at natural as can be . It’s a gruesome job , but somebody’s got to do it .Or we simply just pretend that they were murdered in a massacre and just dismember their limbs one by one, they are never found and some have slowly decayed over their period of a tormenting reign..
My father says that humans are just immortals with a death sentence made by the unforgiving , some people may believe that what I’m saying is rubbish and that it’s totally unrealistic if you think that you might as well put this book down and go on with your sad pathetic little life , you might be sitting in your living room completely unaware of the world around you , the demons that haunt your dreams could be real and the angles you find could be part of a nightmare waiting to happen . But its real in my world .
Although , I went to the other side , I didn’t have a choice after I was shot it was either stay in between world , or … well that was it . God and his moronic angles didn’t give me a second look , I was nothing but trash to them , kicked to the curb I was useless what good was a broken lying soul ?
My soul was eternally lost until some one found it . My tutor of this business was no one other than the devil himself , he taught me everything I know to date . How to seduce , how to kill without a second thought , well I already knew how to do that anyway .But that’s how I’m the best at the job , I have no feeling towards my victims , nothing ,apart from the lust of the kill and the pleasure of holding someone’s mangled broken corpse in my clutch. Even though he is technically classed as the ‘bad guy’ , people never stopped to accuse God of causing cost of the worlds devastation . Wars over religion could have been stopped but no, he didn’t stop it did he . I can’t help but pity the poor fools who fall for the large pretence of how wonderful God and his bird people are , it make bile rise in my throat , all us Reapers know he sits there on his high horse growing more cocky and arrogant each day . Personally , I think people believe in him , but are stuck in time , I mean how many wars do they need to be satisfied ?
