The Reaper

Pet Name: Xaviar_Smith
Owner: Talcen
Theme / Type: Albino Frodrinn
Gender: Male
Mood: Mad

MisticPal Name: Pestilenze
MisticPal Age: 4067 Days

Battle Portal Stats

Level: 1
Hit Points: 12 / 12
Strength: 15
Defense: 0
Speed: 18
Intellect: 25
Misticpower: 1

Battles Won: 0
Battles Lost: 0

Attached Weapons

Books Read

Books Read: 10/373 [ View Books ]

Exotic Foods Eaten

Foods Eaten: 11/1254 [ View Foods ]

History

Red eyes glowed faintly in the darkest night of the year. Not a single star could be seen in the polluted London sky and the moon was new, completely darkened by the earth's cast shadow on its features. Xaviar crouched low to the top of a roof and looked out at the dimly candle lit streets. Not a single soul could be seen and all was silent. Even the crickets dared not make a sound, out of fear of breaking the most unusual silence.

His death scythe lay at his side, it's small clock attached making the smallest of ticking sounds, before suddenly going silent. Xaviar glanced over at the clock and smiled slightly. It was midnight exactly and now was the time for him to get to work.

A shrill scream pierced the calm night's air and a woman stumbled out of the building below, clutching her chest and limping badly. She took one step, then another, before falling over in a heap of ratty bloodied clothes and messy tangled hair.

Xaviar caressed his scythe warmly before grasping it firmly and leaping down onto the street below. Not a single soul came out or even lit a light to investigate the source of the scream, as if none in the area of White Chapel cared for the injured woman. He walked quietly over to the bleeding form of the woman, his heels clicking softly against the rough cobblestone road. Once at her side he loomed far above her quivering form and he placed a finger to his lips.

"Shush now, all it alright. Soon you shall find your place in the after life. It will not hurt for much longer now," he whispered in a soft lulling voice.

The woman barely managed to lift her head up enough to peer at him with tearful begging eyes; eyes that prayed for help and salvation from death. Unfortunately for her this man would only bring about her demise faster.

He hefted his scythe and with a swift fluid movement slashed at her. Her cinematic records burst forth and played before his unwavering eyes. The woman's past was just as he expected: hard, painful, and short. She led the life of a humble beggar, who lived purely off of the church and people's occasional kindness. At least she would be fortunate enough to make it to heaven, unlike the last handful of souls he had judged. The record continued to play until the end of her life then slowly faded away, leaving her body empty and devoid of life.

With a soft smirk of a job well done, Xaviar walked away as he took out his paperwork and began to fill it out. With that the assignments he had for the day were fulfilled ad he could return to his home. No doubt that this time William would be pleased with his results, or so Xaviar hoped. The man was well known for his dislike of Xaviar, so much so that many believed he even despised his existence. Despite this fact Xaviar worked hard for him and did his best to try and please him. It was the least he could to do for the reapers who had been kind enough to allow his continued existence, despite what many wanted.

Half breeds such as himself were often detested and despised for their unholy parentage. To be of the lineage of a demon was to be cursed. No one would care for you, and more often than not in order to try and prevent the case of an overpowered being becoming unstable and devouring human souls they would kill you. It had been purely through the will of one of the most respected reapers that he had been allowed to live, and thus in return Xaviar put all of his strength and will into becoming the best reaper he could possibly be. Though if he was honest with himself, he hated his job. He loathed having to judge the souls of children and woman; it made him ill just to even file a report on another reaper's work regarding the soul of such humans. Yet he continued to work, for it was all he knew.

Xaviar looked up as he arrived at headquarters and put on a false, but believable, smile as he walked into the building. He nodded in greeting politely at the reapers who passed him by as headed to William's office to turn in his paperwork. Very few even gave him the courtesy of a response, let alone to even acknowledge his presence. He inwardly sighed and rapped lightly on the office door.

"Come in."

Xaviar opened the door quietly and approached William's desk silently. Without even looking up the man motioned for Xaviar to hand him the papers, to which he responded immediately. William held the papers down in front of himself and scanned the pages quickly before setting them on his desk. He then returned to his previous work soundlessly.

Xaviar stood there for several movements in silence before fidgeting slightly. William looked up and then made a motion with his hand for Xaviar to leave. He nodded and then quickly retreated from the room and closed the door softly behind himself. He looked around to make sure no one was watching before sighing deeply to himself.

"I don't think I can take much more this...Maybe...maybe I should just leave," he mused to himself. Xaviar sighed again and looked back at the door behind him. Well if he was going to do it he may as well of done it now while William was in a decent mood instead of waiting until later. He knocked on the door again and waited patiently for a response.

"Come in."

Once again William did not even look up as Xaviar entered the room.

"If it is not important, then leave. I have no time for foolishness."

Xaviar swallowed nervously and approached the desk.

"Sir, I...I no longer wish to work here."

William's pen froze and his head snapped up to glare at Xaviar. His icy yellow green eyes seemed to stare directly into Xaviar's soul as he studied the man, before quietly speaking. "And what would the reason behind this decision be, Xaviar?"

Xaviar tried not to look away from the icy eyes of his boss and took a deep breath before replying. "I feel i am unable to judge a soul fairly anymore, sir. I also...I also can no longer stand the treatment towards me that I receive from my peers, sir."

William's gaze did not waver for a single second as he stood up from his seat and came around the desk to approach Xaviar directly. "Please, Xaviar, explain to me specifically just what this unwanted treatment may be."

Xaviar swallowed again nervously as William stepped into his personal space and resisted the urge to step back. "I've...I've had attacks made to my person as well as threats, being insulted on a daily basis, and generally treated as if I either don't exist or I'm the scum of this Earth."

"I see. then you may leave. Give me your scythe and be out of here by morning."

Xaviar blinked in shock, he had not expected it to go this well, let alone so quickly. "Yes, sir." He summoned his scythe and hesitantly handed it over. Somehow it felt wrong to give up the weapon he had been using for several centuries now, but at the same it felt so right.

"Now get out," he ordered as he returned to his desk.

"Y-yes, sir!"

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