Death is a conception of terror for some, and others welcome it. The complete and permanent cessation of all the vital functions of a living thing is death. We typically ask ourselves what happens after we cross over. The living takes file of everybody who has lived on a document with a certification that signifies birth and another for death. It processes the lives of those who are alive and those dead. What takes place after death? If I were to declare to you I have come upon several descriptions of people taken to a malevolent place with whips and shackles, and diverse techniques of torture would you believe me, or assume I’m crazy?
There was a grim reaper who yearned to exploit victims as the fathers, mothers, and the offspring of the past died they were deposited in a dreary place called hell. When the reaper wanted a human being for itself he would manipulate it, and when the reaper looked into an individual being he showed it hope, but in turn the spirit would be snickered at and humiliated for it was overwhelmed by the torment of the many various stages in the blackness of the fiery abyss. The reaper broke every soul as he contributed to their suffering, and carried many for his enjoyment. His black hand produced the stroke of death, and as he mutilated the spirits and detained them for himself, he was beginning to become maddened by gluttony and the strength it provided the evil monstrosity.
The saying; Watch how you wander in the pathway you’ve taken because one minor mistake will hurt you.
The spirits were now furious at the reaper and were gathering against the reaper deep inside the reapers existence. The reaper was a soulless body utilizing the exuberance from individual souls composing the stroke of death even deadlier as the energy surge enhanced the reapers abilities.
The souls imprisoned by the reaper pushed its limits of custody and torment, and when he sculptured his grip of death onto a guy who practiced voodoo. The reaper found as he struggled to come back to the black pathway that headed into hell. He could not come back to the fiery pit to restore his energy. The evil being filled with anger cursed as he realized the maker had cast him out to expire. Driven by gluttony and the desire for further dominate the reaper looked to a particular system of torment for the spirits in his custody. The countless individuals the reaper took into its custody were overwhelming the reapers abilities. He was expected to capture and surrender the spirits to their merited place but instead was obsessed by seizing and profiting from their spirit’s energy reducing them till their souls died. The reapers power was overwhelming. He fed on barbarous spirits and nourished in their deeds of aftermath. The reaper knew death was imminent and could maneuver the conclusions of people. The man who passed away after the reapers dark grasp on the man’s soul was now stuck on earth attached to the reaper as he walked a lonely path to its doom on earth a hell where the reaper would remain till its power diminished by a thing called time.
The harvester became agitated as he wielded his scythe to cut up a life. The individual is no longer capable of existing once the blade with its ill powers worked its powerful devastation. Their screams amused him and caused the creature to want further death and carnage. The reaper packed with spirits from endless individuals fueled by declining vitality. Hate flared inside the reaper as the human spirits provided the monstrosity human emotions of irritation and as the rage accumulated in the monster. Laden with hatred drifted over to a neighbor hospice and arrived at a bed he tapped the girl with his deathly grip. The heart monitor flat-lined and the medicinal crew charged in to treat the girl but could not resuscitate her. Doctors stunned by the girl’s death as her vitals and charts were within range. Her condition promoted recovery, but the touch of death meant instant death. The harvester of souls took the spirit opened its mouth and absorbed it. He fed to sustain its want for strength but assuring his continuity.
The reaper began to feel hungrier as time passed.
It was a body sense the reaper had never known before it started taking spirits for itself.
He moved to another hospital bed three rows down, and the hand of death had taken another life.
He looked down at the miserable soul grinned and licked its lips. The soul received numerous impacts with the scythe which was expected to slay the spirit, but the reaper changed the blade to favor the grim reaper to exploit the spirit’s power making it smoother to feed.
The soft smooth structure of the light that had slipped away from the body the spirit was fueling power and continuation. The reaper became stronger as he dined, but with time if he didn’t dine on the souls, he became frailer and frailer.
The hospice personnel was starting to lose it, and with more and more people perishing for no discernible reason, the organization and communities all around the city became fearful of the strange deaths.
The townspeople trying to avoid the hospice because the normal and those in rehabilitation were perishing at a continuous pace, and the rotting souls underneath the reapers cloak were breaking out of the reapers decaying structure.
The faces of the many spirits were causing the reapers body to bleed a black broth and the spirits were emerging out of the reapers skeletal remains as each soul left it started hurting its survival.
The suffering being flown from chamber to chamber looking for an object to carry its evil energy to conserve its presence he realized it would perish but found a seldom kid who sat at the edge of a waiting room table with a marionette in his palms. The curious part was this specific marionette was the phenomenon it paralleled the harvester of souls with a scythe and a text stamped Death. He studied the marionette and recognized the cords were cut off from the top of the doll. Delighted he seized the doll out of his grips. Startled he looked at the marionette move up into the open by itself. Grim pleased stated this will work. The knowledge he took up from the companion who worked in voodoo wasn’t sufficient. Suspenseful observing the minor attempted to say, but extremely terrified could not say the name devil. Climatically the toy drifted to the next room over to a man who was worsening. Grim said ah this could produce my resolve.
The fellow was of native origin and was in his generation a skinwalker. A sinister grin pleased by the information he marked the guy, and as the grims touch of death took hold of the father, he passed instantaneously of a heart attack. The reaper instead of destroying the spirit looked at the puppet and ordered the spirit into the toy. The fellow was an evil man, but a devoted parent and the harvester of souls felt it as he perished. He later connected its evil essence and the scythe to the guy’s spirit and occupied the marionette. The puppet was now floating throughout the hospital. The child sauntered up to the dummy and pointed his finger. The reaper turned to the child and stared at the kid. Boy, you will perish as your parent will quickly grant me the potential to survive for eternity. The child yelled, and two security guards came rushing over to look at what was transpiring. The marionette fell to the floor, and the youngster just kept pointing at the puppet.
One of the men picked up the marionette and spoke. Hey little dude. What’s the issue? The boy shakily said. It will slay you! The child was hysterical, but the guys studied him perplexed. The guy peered at the puppet and expressed. It must be this thing questioningly scrunching his eyebrows simultaneously. The child screamed yes! It was drifting in the corridor! Check your cameras. The men studying at the marionette said. Who created this hideous looking marionette? The boy stared at the floor and stated. My dad. He needed to complete it but did not have the opportunity. The two guys peered at the marionette and said let’s view at the cameras.
The fellows were joking how distasteful the toy looked. The child of native decent became dispirited by their banter and their responses with the marionette and felt the rage boil inside his belly. He could not deal with his emotions as his father was in critical condition before the reapers touch of death. The youth studied them as his face turned red and his eyes wet. The two men were causing the child to become anxious. It’s the stress and anxiety you can’t just put a bandage on to fix it, or slap a pill on it. The guys placed the marionette on the chair and bantered as they commenced operating the computer to view at the cameras. Screeching out loud the men terrorized the hell out of the child as the sequence of wind, thunder, and hail rattled the window in their office. The trees moved rapidly as the air pressed against it rubbing the glass.
Eerily sounding the child had an awful feeling boiling deep in his tummy. He could sense the adrenaline in his gut. He glanced over at the marionette and looked at the blade glimmer as the lightning streaked the sky. The youngster realized his dad made everything with his heart indeed if he was an evil man. He converted his technique and energy into the toys he made, but he made this for his boy. The marionette of the grim reaper was to demonstrate the walker of death and as for the blade on the puppet. It was extraordinarily sharp, but his dad placed a light layer of plastic on it to protect everybody from getting hurt.
The eyes of the toy were now glowing dark blue. It looked as if it were a haze of blue light coming from the eyes of the puppet, and a mysterious crimson and black coming from the body of the marionette. The two men joked around about the puppet laughing at the child’s parent for creating such an ugly doll.
The two guys studying at the computer opened the playback of footage and discovered something they did not predict. The child was stating the facts. The child watched the plastic dripping off the scythe of the marionette. The puppet then appeared to soar in mid-air in front of the youngster.
The child started to point his finger as the doll gradually made his way to the two fellows. The blade caught the man quickly in the back. The blade became more prominent as the point dug into the guy’s back. The reaper pushed the blade hard into the man’s rear and suddenly removed the guy’s backbones slowly out of the skin, but before he completed the guy yelled in excruciating pain as his blood gushed to the floor. His spirit lifted up out of his carcass, and the harvester of souls felt its existence.
The doll transformed into the grim reaper using the skinwalker technique gained from the guy and the grim reaper was able to devour the soul, but he did not stop there. The ray coming from the dark reaper was that of a skinwalker’s glow. The conversion increased the reapers power suppressed the desire to feed on countless souls. The book of death opened up, and in blood the man’s name appeared but the sheet in the book was mortal flesh. The flesh and soul were now trapped forever in the book of death.
The other guy looked in dismay at his mangled friend. The child rushed towards the exit, and the reaper turned to the man next to him and slashed his larynx with the blade. Hearing the man choke on his blood as he chocked to draw his last breath the storm became even more ferocious as thunder started to rattle the walls of the hospice.
The evil creature turned around and said, and as for the boy. The child ran out of the room. The little boy was no longer there as the child disappeared running out into the hospital. Disgusted he turned to the camera and flipped through the different channels trying to find the boy. Ah, you little heathen. There you are!
I will cut your body up and use your soul to do my bidding until your soul expires. The reaper utilizing the puppet opened the door and flew out in the direction the boy was running. The lights flickered on and off, and then total darkness. The emergency lights took a minute to light up. The boy must die!
He moved swiftly into the hospital and as the lightning struck his deathly image was exposed, but the marionette remained hovering. The book of death was now holding the souls of all the names of his victims past and present. The book started to look like an ancient text.
Where is the boy?
As he was searching, he came up to a room of elderly who were in recovery. He floated past the old and one by one they fell victim to his touch of death. The book opened up, and blood written names appeared as each person died.
The scythe of the puppet cut up the souls, and he fed on the souls. He devoured every one of the people’s lives until he came upon a younger man who was at the end of the room. You are not old the reaper said looking at the man. The grip of death went to touch the man at the end of the bed, but the little boy grabbed hold of the marionette and started to run to the end of the hall. The harvester of souls did not have a chance to kill the man.
His essence remained in place as the little boy ran down the hall.
The evil creature was not fatigued at all, but forced its powers back into the doll and reawakened. The boy could see the red and black glow coming from the marionette.
The boy dropped the toy to the floor and took his foot and slammed down hard onto the face of the doll. The eyes were glowing blue, and the power of the skinwalker started to come out full force. The marionettes face was severely damaged, and the bringer of death tried to focus on the boy.
He began to summon its powers from deep inside the doll.
The face started to reconstruct and the toy in a matter of moments was now back to normal.
The toy hovered for a moment, and the essence of the evil creature then opened its eyes. Its mouth was long and oval-shaped as he gazed at the boy. The boy felt the adrenaline boil up into his stomach. He could feel the blood pumping in his veins faster, and faster, and faster as the evil creature before him hovered above him.
Ah. You are scared.
The reaper said.
No! The boy yelling at the beast! I am not afraid of you!
Oh, but you should be!
I have the power to take your life in an instant, and as soon as I touch you with the hand of death your name will be put into my book, or rather your fathers, but before I do. I am going to use my scythe to cut and torture you till you beg for death.
The boy took a step back, and the creature drew out the cutter bringing the blade down to the boy’s face. The edge slowly cut deep into the boy’s skin. The boy frozen in fear watched as the reaper brought the weapon up in shock. The boy’s face was bleeding from the cut, but the boy did not scream out in pain. The boy stood there watching the blade again come down towards his head. The boy ducked when the scythe came down to slice his neck off. The reaper roared in anger as the boy now looked at the reaper. The boy knew to avoid its touch of death and the blade in which was circling to slice him to his death. The boy dodged and glided as he saw the blade and his hand move toward his body. The boy got to the end of the hall and saw the corridor could go in two different directions in the hospital wings. The reaper was showing no signs of exhaustion, and the boy was starting to lose his energy. The boy evaded the deathly blow of the blade once more and began running down the hall at full speed.
The reaper in disgust turned in the direction in which the boy ran and scowled at the distance between him and the boy. The reaper was now angry because he had let the boy slip through deaths grasp. The reaper slowly crept down the hall and could not find the boy. He had turned the corner and must have run down a dead end.
“The end is near.” “You cannot escape!” He yelled. The boy looking to preserve his life said. “How do I beat death, but to live be to be evil in the world?” The boy sat and thought. The reaper is alive and living and is causing evil. He is taking souls for himself and preserving them in his book of death their names written in blood, and the pages resemble the person’s flesh. It was like the reaper was preserving his presence in the world.
The boy questioned again and again in his head. Am I going to die? The reaper needs the souls of the living to take with him. Where sadly they go to their final resting place? “How do I defeat death?” The boy said, “I stay alive long enough to tell the story and find a way to kill the reaper. The boy thought for a moment. I wonder why the reaper needs the doll and the names of the people appearing in the book on the marionette. The pages are made of flesh because the sheets smell like rotting flesh and blood dries fast.
The reaper’s power started to grow his skills exponentially restored. The reaper felt no human characteristics. The souls stored in the book of death on the marionette and the path back into the darkness reopened. The reaper turned over to the puppet and grinned, but smiled as he took the souls of the men who were of value to the harvester. He made the man who did voodoo, and the man who was a skinwalker uses their abilities to help him regain his strength. The two men’s souls taken into the darkness, but before he started to depart, he marked the marionette with a set of slashes called the mark of the beast.
The evil being looked toward the wall of the hospital and saw a shadow creature with wings, longhorns, and red and yellow swirls for eyes going in opposite directions; You! The reaper bellowed telepathically!
You have evaded me for a long time. The shadow creature ignored the reaper and looked at the boy who was staring at the monster in terror. Shadow crawled down the wall and quietly walked on the floor toward the boy. The reaper grinned as he knew the shadow creature of Devils Lake was pure evil and didn’t care about the reapers quarrel with the boy. Shadow walked up to the boy and roared.
The boy turned around and saw nothing.
Shadow had used the boy’s own shadow to hide his location the reaper started to laugh as the boy turned toward him.
You are surely dead little boy. How about I give you a quick death because if I don’t kill you, he will?
The boy looked at the reaper and frowned as he turned around and found himself staring at an even scarier monster. The creature stood taller than the reaper.
Shadow! The reaper bellowed.
What do you want?
The child tried to scream but couldn’t.
The reaper pulled the scythe out and tried to attack. The entity moved and shifted its body away from the blade.
The reaper groaned in anger as the shadow creature moved with ease as the reapers attacks did nothing. The shadow creature grabbed hold of the scythe and pulled it away from the reaper, but as it did this the blade struck the arm of the harvester. The horned creature moved as fast as the lightning streaked the night sky and the shadows cast in and out of the building as it caught the weapon in mid-air. The beast roared, and the reaper stopped dead in its tracks.
You! The reaper gasped in shock.
You are going to die if you touch the hand of death. I only need one the creature said. What? The beast used the scythe to cut its arm off bent down and attached the reapers arm to its own body. The beast with long horns and wings now had a cloak of darkness, and the hand of death was a decayed bone black as death. The creature picked up his arm and ate it. Those teeth were razor sharp, and there were massive amounts of black ooze dripping from its lips. Flesh started the reaper was now cowering as the shadow creature made its way to the harvester of human souls.
The boy stood in the direction of the grim reaper. He is mine to kill! He yelled! The devilish looking creature smiled and looked down at the boy!
You are puny.
What have you done to the grim reaper? I think you pissed him off, but don’t worry I am going to kill him. A touch of death and a mortal dies, however, he was supposed to die by not being able to go back through the gates of hell. There are many grim reapers in the world, but you’ve got my attention because you managed to stay alive for so long.
The souls you kept are now mine the shadow creature roared, and as for the souls you still have in you. They will expire as your existence will soon enough. The reaper started to laugh as the reaper’s hand grew back. I am not going to terminate you fool. I have no souls. The shadow creature looked stunned as he was searching for the souls the reaper had kept for himself.
The animalistic demon looked at the reaper and smiled as the little boy still stood in front of the two. The reaper glided over the marionette and put the two souls into the book of death as he possessed the doll. The reaper charged its powers with the souls in the book. The reaper jumped out of the toy and began attacking the shadow creature, but the shadow creature was too fast and secure.
The horned beast grabbed the head of the reaper and slammed it hard to the ground. The devilish looking beast had claws for hands and what seemed like four sharp fingers on one side and three sharp fingers on the other. The dark being dug deep into the reapers skull. The indentations started to show as the reaper was powerless to stop the creature of the shadows. Those eyes stayed playing in my head as I watched the battle go on. Shadow was unstoppable and as the reaper started to roar out in pain. The creature continued to pursue the reaper as he was beginning to kill the grim reaper.
The dark entity rose as he delivered blow after mighty blow to the reaper. The boy was in shock. He could not believe his eyes as the demonic looking creature was killing the bringer of death.
The boy screamed. I want to kill the reaper.
Shadow turned to the boy its eyes were auburn red and glowed yellow around the edges. You want to kill the grim reaper, but it comes with a cost you will not like!
What is the price? The boy asked.
It comes with a price your soul will be allowed to live out the rest of your pathetic life, but when you die; your soul will extinguish and become what you will destroy right now. You will be a monster for the rest of eternity taking from others their way of life. Do you still want to kill the grim reaper boy? I will give you the power. Shadow pulled the scythe from the inside of his cloak and handed it to the boy.
It felt intense and evil as the scythe’s size fit the boy’s physical attributes. The cutter felt as if there was a burden to it that he could not explain or even understand. He was now looking at the reaper, and the boy smiled and said now you would die for taking my father away from me! The reaper begged for forgiveness as the boy brought the blade down on the skull of the harvester, and his powers diminished.
The reaper vanished.
Shadow you are next.
The boy said as he took the scythe and tried to attack the demon. Shadow simply disappeared and went into the shadows appearing in the back of the boy. You know you are a strong-willed boy, but you have not killed the grim reaper just yet. He is still alive to do my bidding as I see fit. The boy looked up and noticed the entity was standing next to him touching his shoulder with the skeletal four fingers of the grim reaper. The boy lost all the color in his face and realized he was surely dead. The boy fell to the floor the scythe in hand, and as he fell, he could hear the entity in the background laughing. The boy had made it this far and now was dead to humanity.
Shadow picked up the scythe and put it on his back.
Then looked at the marionette and smiled. You will work for me now my brother. The dummy and the book of death are where you’ll spend eternity, but while you are in there the souls collected will be written in blood, and your powers will soon return, but before I do this I must give the doll something of yours. He pulled off part of the bone and the cloak from his arm and put it on the marionette. The touch of death will soon return to you. Whoever touches the doll will be haunted by the grim reaper for six days. The entity dug the four marks down, and three across deeper into the puppet. He licked his lips and kissed the mark.
The person begins bearing the mark of the beast as they dream the cuts will burden their daily activities. The evil powers of the reaper will roam the home and cause fear, death, and destruction each day getting more severe than the last as you’ll haunt them, their dreams and mark their body with the mark of the beast, and when the sixth day is about to end. The reapers powers will return to normal for a few moments to bring the touch of death. The house, family, and friends told of their dreams and hauntings will become infected and cursed until they cut the mark into their flesh, or die without the mark. The tissue not marked will be put into the book of death, and their souls will forever bear the mark of the beast with their names inked in blood. I will groak you as you feast but will expect to feast on the gathered souls later to enhance my powers as you are now a quockerwodger with no strings attached.