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“Reaper is an Incubus. He unlike you though gets his kicks by throwing his powers around and feeding off unsuspecting women and from what I hear, not all of them are willing.” “So, what you’re saying is that he is a rapist of sorts?” “No not like that, but he is predatory in nature. I do not trust him with you.”

WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS GRAPHIC VIOLENCE AND GORE (DISMEMBERMENT, FEEDING). As Cruella's bones kept changing positions making her vulnerable, the girls thought of it as an opportunity to run but Maeve saw it as an opportunity to get revenge. She was frightened by Cruella's sudden strength but now that she was going through whatever this is, she wanted to teach her a lesson. “Come on Maeve, let's get out of here.” One of her minions said. It's obvious the girl was fucking scared but Maeve cared less.

Reaper apologises to me, half laughing. Once he is unblocked, it takes a few moments to find him. His head is busy, a mess and I can hear him shouting at something or someone. It was like I had stepped into someones messy garage. Everything was so jumbled and chaotic, not at all like the Lucian that I thought I knew! "Is this what my head looks like?" I ask Reaper but she doesn't answer. I guess that I am on my own. “What are you doing?” he roars at me as he realises whats happening.

Reaper's the big black guy isn't he? Clara smiled. "You guessed it. Doesn't surprise you, does it? Reaper got brought over about eight years ago. He was in special forces in the army, but one of those sub-organizations that doesn't technically or legally exist. He's the best sniper that I've ever seen, and he's scary and dangerous. He's a real bonus to Shane, and he's the loyal sort. Get on his good side, and you've got a very lethal friend for life. Cross him --" "I think I get the idea," Shamira said.

--- ### 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**.

I am Rey Reed Smith, the last of the reaper's hunters and the wielder of the soul nectar. Taking another deep breath, I quickened my pace as the noise of those stupid crowds grew more intense. It was the same sound I'd grown accustomed to; it meant one of their most vicious and important players was about to slay his victims. My plan is simple. I will just brag into the arena ground, slaughter their players, rescue my team, kill the bastard, Ryan, and find my way out. I knew that with my newfound power, I was invisible to any weapons they were welding and that none of their players, not even Ryan, were a match for my abilities now.

Dark, shadowy figures haunted my dreams, their laughter echoing as I walked down the aisle toward an abyss, not a man. As I reached the bottom step, my gaze was drawn to the garden outside. Through the massive glass windows, I saw him—The Reaper. He had just arrived yesterday, his presence unnerving as always. He stood in the garden, his posture relaxed yet predatory, like a wolf among sheep. Beside him was Victor, speaking animatedly as he handed over a briefcase. My heart stopped.

The Reaper was dead. Serra searched for the source of the golden flame and saw her hand burning bright with it.

Running is not an option because it has been tried before and those who ran were always caught and killed. "Mother I am very aware of this. I know that you are all concerned in your way for me and I thank you for that. I will say that I know that there are many possibilities of what could happen to me, but I am tired of worrying over something that I have no control over. I wanted to enjoy the little bit of time that I had left. I have heard from the leaders of the village that this year there is only going to be one hundred males and females for the reaping, and out of that one hundred, only Michael is from this village. That means that most likely I will never be coming back here." I hear

“I give up, as I am tired.” He pleaded with his shivering hand as he still tries to reach for it and towards the reaper he believes and in presence to take his soul into hell. To the silence and dim-like shadows of the selected parts of the room where the full moon is shining and giving its light as it is reflected through the glass walls. Footsteps echoes as the silhouette of the reaper he claims finally introduces. To the light of the moon and the claim reaper, he calls pave its very image in front of him. His blurry vision from his left-right eye, picture out the distinctive black color of eyes that pins the death reaper in every aspect. His whisper towards him echoes.