Thread: Let Me Reap Your Soul (Survivor00 and Autumn)

Helena couldn't remember much of her past, her memories fading into the abyss due to the assignment a cruel figure had given to her. There was a time when she would have been able to tell anyone that she was the daughter of a surgeon and a florist, she had two younger brothers, orchids were her favorite flowers, she had a full academic scholarship to Julliard to study piano and the violin, she was popular, her blond hair was the exact shade of her mother's, and she loved life. All that was before her life was taken away by a dark creature who played a cruel trick of mercy on her by changing her into another of his kind the angel of death a reaper, as it were. For more than a decade, Helena appeared at the sites of car crashes, the deathbeds of the sick, the delivery rooms of newborns, and everywhere that death unleashed its ugly shroud. She took the souls of children, husbands, wives, grandparents, teachers, and countless mortals whose lives came to a screeching halt. It was an odd feeling, reaping a soul. Every time she harvested one, she felt like a piece of her went with them. They began to corrode at her own soul, hacking away at the twenty years of life she had lived as a human. They stole her childhood, even robbed her of her last name, and left an empty void that she had to fill. The desire to be whole again had devastating consequences, driving her to only want to continue her existence as a reaper. The changes not only affected her mentality, but altered her appearance as well. She once had flushed porcelain skin that draped across her 5' 6 frame, exquisite gray eyes that accentuated a full face, scarlet lips, and long blond hair that cascaded down her back. The twinkle in her eyes was the first to go, replaced by dull gray orbs. There was no more flush to her skin, the flesh itself becoming taut and sticking to her frame much like that of an emaciated corpse. Her bone structure had become more fragile and delicate, her fingers extending to a skeletal appearance. Thick hair fell limply against her face and shoulders, framing her jaws. The most drastic change, however, was the set of massive black wings that spanned majestically, like a dark dove in the night. Yet, even through it all, she still retained a grace and beauty about her. Helena knew there would be a time when she would not remember herself at all. She would become just another monotonous creature, no emotion left within her. She didn't want that type of existence she longed to feel again. . . to love again. Somehow, etched into her mind was a loophole to her assignment. She wasn't sure how she'd discovered it, nor could she recall where, but she remembered that if she could make a human truly love her, this torturous existence would end. The cruelty of the situation was that humans could not see her or hear her unless. . . unless, they had been touched and spared by death Himself. Helena searched records of The Secret Book, looking for someone whose life had been spared. When she could find none, she began a long journey onto Earth, seeking high and low for her miracle. She appeared everywhere, in homes, jobs, and public places but no one could see her. For a solid year, she searched. Nearing the mark in which she would completely fade away, the young Reaper was close to admitting defeat. Her days were limited to her conscious time left in this world so she chose a night for herself to reminisce on any memory she could recall. When the sun had set, she swooped down to the park near a lake in her favorite spot in the world. It was quiet, though she could hear people dying throughout the world. Alone, she sat by the water's edge, eyes watching the ripples spread from the shore throughout the still waters. There had to be one person in the world who could see her, but she couldn't find him. He was the only hope she had, and he had failed her.