Jump to content

With a heavy heart ~With LoneDigger


Dark Demon
 Share

Recommended Posts

Rhazien had seen it, done it and got the t-shirt. Being as old as he was, proven benefits, but also the realisation that time was nothing when you were immortal. And he could feel the edge of his sanity crumbling bit by bit. When he struggled to breathe because timeS seemed to stop for him, nothing changed. That was part of his issue, the other was his tasks's were becoming mundane, tired exhausted. Sure he was talented it, but what did it meant for him? just collecting souls another day another dollar. Same shit different day, as it was. To the point where nothing really ever surprised him. It was becoming so mundane that he barely needed to think and he wasn't interested in becoming a mentor.

 

So he left. Up and left without a second thought. He wasn't fit for the job anymore and wasn't excited like the others were, as much as you can with regards to soul collecting. Maybe he was finally acting his age? He didn't know. He was getting to the point where he questioned dark-topics, like editing cinematic records which he can observe the human's life force, if they lived accordingly and deserve a second chance or taking another route of action and becoming sinners. Of course Rhaz adored his partner, the two were together like glue, but still nothing really made him feel alive. He needed a change.

 

Rhazien, found himself staring at his little shop he managed to keep hidden from the bloody reapers. He smiled gingerly, although he thought. In the mid-afternoon, like any other day, getting the recently deceased ready for their next part of the journey. Getting to see the corpses before the family do to make them respectful and descent out of the respect of the dead. Some were barely recogniseable depending on the death. So he made them pretty again.

 

Three men had came to his door, disturbing his afternoon demanding he give information. He wasn't sure if they knew whom he was. Which he had that to be thankful for. He was too busy having fun. His cheshire smile, showing all teeth as he grinned happily to himself at the peaceful-shop having to scare them off were child's play. At least any damage wasn't involved. He was able to make them scared out of thier mind it was so easy.

 

 

Malcolm wasn't amused by Rhazien's antics. There was a particular way about him that didn't seem right and the way he scared Malcolm. Just the way the guy talked the way he was. Didn't feel like an ordinary human. "We'd have to report to the manager." Without any information that certainly wouldn't go down well, he sighed deeply as he was opening the portal back to their world, with the two men muttering how crazy the guy was. He looked like he spent all day in that coffin just lying in it. How bizarre.

 

"Sorry to disturb you sir." Malcolm one of the manager's apprentice's. Top marks for his performance, shouldn't have failed the way he did. "The source you wanted us to speak to refuse to give us any information" Malcolm spoke flatly. He was white as a sheet. "He refused to give us any information. And I wouldn't press high hopes on him sir, he is quite a luanatic."

Link to comment
Share on other sites

  • Replies 1
  • Created
  • Last Reply

Top Posters In This Topic

  • Dark Demon

    1

  • LoneDigger

    1

Top Posters In This Topic

'Dee', aka Death, aka the Grim Reaper himself. Was starting to have serious doubts about his name. Not Death, but that utterly stupid nickname that sounded like note more than an actual name.

At first it had been cool to have earned what he had thought at the time was the companionship of the younger reapers. Like he had been accepted by them and the name was just proof. But the more time went on the more he loathed it.

Feeling more like it was the younger generations way of mocking an old man such as himself. No respect at all... Even if he was Death the only ones who feared and worshiped him with the living itself.

But even that had grown boring. Death was everywhere all the time, in the smallest of things to the greatest of men.

He never got to rest, always he was there. Collecting the many souls of the living.

...

Perched on his 'throne' if you will. The reaper was having a hell of a time eating all the souls that had just been brought in. No wonder he had gotten a bit chubby. It was just too much for one guy to handle, but devouring them helped ease his pain and loneliness, because he got to feed on their memories. And if he were lucky the souls he got had mostly happy ones. The ones who had lead lives of struggle their souls were hard and bitter to taste. He ate them too though, it was only necessary.

Link to comment
Share on other sites

  • Saga locked this topic
Guest
This topic is now closed to further replies.
 Share




×
×
  • Create New...

YaoiOtaku is a friendly community that has a lot to offer when it comes to everything yaoi - manga series, DJs, oneshots, anime, yaoi RPs and plenty of BL discussion topics.

Make sure to also check:

Yaoi Manga

KPop Profiles

Yaoi Dj

Manga Lotus