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“Okay, well, what I was telling you earlier about the Reapers is all true. They are essentially demons commanded by Azrael. They have a role to play in society, to gather the souls of the dead when their time has come, but unfortunately, not all of them abide by the rules they’ve been given anymore. Some of them… take people they aren’t supposed to, unmarked souls.” Ru nodded her head, listening, understanding, but not believing. “That sounds like it could be a problem.” “It is a problem,” he agreed, “and it has been since the very first murder—when Cain slew Abel.” “So Cain was a Reaper?” “No, of course not,” Cutter replied, as if the comment was ridiculous. “But he was influenced by one. A

My psychic ability must be heightened in this place because I instantly become aware of these three creatures, these… {reapers}. The first is Kera, the Spirit of Vengeance, responsible for conducting everyone who suffered a violent death. She’s a battle maiden in plate armor, with an ebony face and short, curly blonde hair. Exactly the type to bring home to mama except for the fangs, talons and the huge pair of raven wings on her back.

The tendrils evaporated and I buried my face into my hands. "If you love Eoin you gotta fight for him," Rai said sincerely and I glanced up at eyes like my own and asked,"how?" He chuckled and sat his tall self next to me on the floor. "She's just a witch, not a reaper and can you tell me what reapers do?" I told them they collect and send souls onto the next life. He nodded and I watched him curiously as what he was saying blossomed in my mind. "I can reap her soul to destroy her?" He grinned slightly and nodded.

He looks around and my mother and grandparents in a way that makes me think that they are going to hear it from him as soon as I am gone. "I will do my best. I love you all and please be good to each other. Father, I know that you are a man that follows the rules and that you want to do what the Chosen has ordered. Just please learn to open your heart to the family that you have. At the end of the day that is all we have in this life." With that, I turn and get on my bus leaving my home and all that I have ever known to go into the great unknown that is the reaping.

"A worker snapped. Took four of us to pull him off." Liora went to work, setting the dislocated shoulder. Dax swore, his face contorted in real, felt pain. No numbness. As Liora worked, Ronan leaned close. "The Reapers. They malfunctioned. One of them... spoke." Liora's hands stilled for a second. "What did it say?" "It said, 'the song'." The words hung between them. The Reapers were connected to the divine, to the old world, just like Ashiel had been. Were they remembering? Was the Geode's pulse waking them up, too?

"The machines realized the power spike came from here. They’re sending a 'Maintenance Crew' to fix the leak." She looked back at us, her expression grim. "And they don't use drones for maintenance. They use the **Reaped**." "Who are the Reaped?" Rowan asked. "The people who didn't survive the de-compiler," she said. "The ones who lost their souls to the simulation. They’re coming to put you back in your boxes." A sound echoed from the sky—a long, low horn that sounded like the Earth itself was crying.

“Avery Delan.” “The name does not matter. The meaning does.” “What meaning?” The being tilted its head, and for a moment it looked almost human — and unbearably sad. “The meaning of death forgotten.” Behind Veyra, the Choir began to hum again, their tone lower, mournful. The being extended a hand — not threatening, but beckoning. “Follow the current, and you will see. But understand, Reaper…” The air around it trembled, and for a split second, Veyra saw the faces of every reaper who had ever served under her, dissolving into light.

They all looked at me with a mix of fear and hope. "These are the survivors from other worlds," the Creator said. "The ones who were supposed to be deleted. I saved them. But we are trapped in this forest. The High Council has sent a reaper to find us." Suddenly, a loud, metallic horn sounded from the sky. The silver trees began to shake, their leaves falling like sharp knives. The peaceful blue light of the flowers turned a blood-red. "He is here," the Creator said, his face turning pale. "The First Reaper."

" You obviously have not known anything about this organization. There is no such person called the reaper. " " What?" Rick asked. " But you were surprised when he made mention of the name. " Agent Rich added. " Yes. That is true. But that does not in any way say that the reaper is a person in the organization. " " What does it then mean?" " The reaper shall reap the eagle." The hostage said. " The reaper shall….. reap the … eagle. "Rick repeated slowly. " What is that supposed to mean?" " Hmm. " The hostage exhaled. " Just like I said, you really are clueless. "

Hue knitted his brows when he whispered that question. "I've only watched in movies that Grim Reapers kill living beings whose time is running out and to bring them to the world of the dead," Jennet whispered back. "That's an imaginative version of Grim Reapers..." Hue said. "Well, don't read too much into it. The Grim Reapers don't kill anyone only to bring them to the Passing World. They're only welcoming the souls because they're the welcoming hosts. Remember that well, honey." "I got it..." Jennet sighed. Then, she continued to observe the Reapers. She thought twice and wondered what they looked like under their hoods. Maybe they were a bag of bones? Most probably...