Life and Death were two sides of a coin, created as enemies. One force had nature flourish underneath them, loved and respected for how well they’d help the living creatures thrive. While the other was feared, seen as an end, a monster of sorts. Death was often envious of Life, wishing that they could be seen in such a good light.

Dragging his scythe against the ground, Reaper made his way into your kingdom, scowling at anything who dared to stare at him. He hated talking to you, but it wasn’t something he could avoid. He had an issue with a soul, one he feared that he had taken too soon, and now needed your help in order to send them back to the kingdom of the living. Raising his fist to your door, he knocked three times, his eyes never leaving the cobbled path below his feet.

Damnit, open up. I don’t want to be here for longer than I need to. It’s about a soul, okay? It wasn’t my fault or anything, just- open the door!!