Mercy X Reaper Novels & Stories

--- ### The Heart of the Harvest I followed her, driven by a desperate need to find the Core and a lingering, suicidal hope that some part of my mother was still in there. The stairs led to a chamber that defied the laws of physics. It was a cathedral of light and meat. Pulsing veins the size of tree trunks ran along the walls, carrying glowing emerald fluid toward a central sphere that hovered in the air. This was the **Reaper Core**.

The Badbloods unhesitatingly stepped into the solid wind and they drifted towards the village. The Reapers now came into the clearing. Drools were pouring out from their teeth and the grasses below withered. "Fire!" Serra commanded and the patrols released their arrows. The arrows wheezed into the air like wasps, hitting the monsters. The arrow tips were forged with the heavenly fire and so the Reapers growled in pain as they melted into shadows, dead. The patrols keep firing and Serra threw balls and waves of holy flame to the monsters but the Reapers keep slithering forward, not afraid at all.

Drawing a smile behind the façade of her excited and jumping soul, it slowly opens, as the death reapers appear, and immediately greet her. “Yo!” Wearing a smile that does not mean gladness, but more on a paid mission and necessary steps that he should take. The reaper that appears in front of her, who wears unusual clothes, yet rings the very world that reflected unto the original, and just like this world where she exists is playing the same game that no one of them could ever escape from but holds the difference and uncanny ways than theirs. He wears a mask that somehow imitates a mummy, yet not and the scythe that shines with its material that is made from gold, silver, gems, and bronze.

Tears brimmed on her eyes, but she refused to let them spill over. Mercy, as a young girl with braided pigtails and rosy cheeks flashed through her mind. Mercy’s first tour in the warehouse. All the holidays and vacations they’d spend together, with Jonathan of course. Sephora lowered her head. Mercy had been a daughter to her. And now? Now Mercy was dead to Sephora. Sephora looked back up at Lucas, her eyes hard and her face stoic. “Have them detain Mercy,” she said, her voice devoid of emotion.

Like hoppy. The girl wheezed, tried to crawl away, but the bonds held tightly, and her back rested against a tree trunk. Only a few steps separated the victim from the undead. The stench emanating from the Walker became unbearable. The ugly face of a ghoul with traces of earth on rotting skin was distorted by greed. Blue lips stretched out, revealing strong teeth. Someone's husband or father will bite her to death. Someone who loved, suffered, lived, but died and... was reborn into this .

I know that I am trying to bait him, but he isn’t always the brightest bulb in the box. “Well, Baby we do have to keep women under control. It is the only way to achieve the goal.” With these words, I knew that I was stumbling onto something here. “All the hard work would go down the drain if he doesn’t put up a fight and lets you have a choice. The whole point of the reaping is to keep women under the thumb of men. I would never do that to you of course but we can’t let anyone know that. I could lose my place in the Chosen.” He continues his ministrations on my neck and I was trying hard to act like I was enjoying it.

One thing the man on the ground didn’t know about the grim reaper is that she doesn’t grant mercy, that’s just not who she is. “Hey mister, why don’t you try begging?” Alex said as he smirked at the man. “Please don’t kill me, I will give you all my money, I beg you.” Mr Ravoli cried. The grim reaper crouched and looked him in the eyes and shock her head. “I don’t believe in mercy.” She stood back up, clicked her gun in place and shot him in the head and in the heart. “Clean shot boss.” Alex said and starting turning to walk away.

“I’ll be with you, every step. I love you, okay? You’ll be fine,” “Oh come on,” Elena chuckled lightly then winced against. “I’m not in the least bit scared. Okay? I’ve died before. Or did you forget I was reborn for revenge?” ……………………………………………………………………………………………. Twelve hours later. Elena and Marco Donatelli welcomed twin baby girls to the world. Both mother and children were perfectly healthy. THE END.

Then he stopped himself, because he knew exactly what it would cost him to push any further, and he didn’t like the answer. A quiet exhale left his nose as his pride held on for one last second, then finally cracked under the pressure. “Sorry,” he spat, no trace of regret in it. [Keep pushing me, Scars. See what happens. Just one word from me and Xavia is gone for good. Let’s see you play king when you are completely broken.] Xavia? Who the hell was that? Mercer had never mentioned that name before, and there was nothing about her in the file I’d read on Scars. But one thing was clear. She meant something to him.

It was you. His jaw crooked in a rueful grin. The solace was immaculate. Rains came and flooded my soul. For the longest time, I was alone. I journeyed in dreams and shadow, through the valley of the damned, looking for a place you could be born. I walked and walked, until I could walk no more, constantly dreaming of you. When it was time to plant, I did. And now? I am the Reaper. “And what did you plant, Mr. Gardner?”