Thread: The Reaping {Victor Kane & Enigma_x}

RE The Reaping Death has always been a harsh reality of the world. Everything that has a beginning must have an end. All beings that spring to life must one day embrace Death. However Death itself grew tired of working alone. Mankind was expanding, spreading across the globe and this is when Death decided to ensnare men by promising them immortality. However there was a catch to this. The ones who were given this so called gift of immortality were to serve Death till the end of times. They cut off all their desires in order to serve Death and do its work. These men or servants of Death were known as Reapers, blessed by Death with special powers. Thus the Bureau of Expiration came into being a supernatural organization that was run by Reapers and presided over by Death. Now all Death had to do was issue orders in the form of a Plan and seldom recruit new Reapers. The Plan was what one might call a timeline of the lives of people, which showed how they were destined to die. This was decided by Death itself and every Reaper had to carry out the Plan exactly as it was issued. There was no room for error, not even the slightest mistake was tolerated. The bureau worked like clockwork and had a proper chain of command, with Death being referred to as the Chairman by all Reapers. The rules of this organization were strict and stern. The slightest mistake made by a Reaper could result in him being terminated. The Reapers roamed among the mortal men, carrying out their tasks, never to be seen or discovered. Hence they maintained the balance and carried out the Plan. However there were times when uncontrolled events would occur, certain anomalies that lead to deviation from the Plan. Even Death could not predict these because not everything in the world in certain. One such example of a deviation from the Plan was the death of Ana Whitbane. Ana Whitbane was not supposed to die that fateful day. Instead it was her sister that a Reaper had come to claim. However witches with a certain degree of power and the gift of sight had always been a pesky interference in the Plan. Death could never tolerate such meddling in its business and so to combat these anomalies, it had assigned certain high ranking Reapers to clean up the mess and bring the right soul back to Death. Eva Whitbanes soul was what Death wanted. Not only the Reaper who failed was punished and terminated but the Bureau of Expiration sent one its most skilled Reapers to handle the matter. Eisenheim was an old and skilled Reaper, one who ranked high in the Bureau and his expertise were to solve these deviations from the plan. Never had he failed nor had he been late in his work. The rules of the game were simple. Eisenheim was going to kill Eva Whitbane but he had to make it look like an accident. He had seven days to make it happen and he was not to be discovered by the witch during this time. If on the seventh day, he fails to kill the witch, the mission would be a failure and Eisenheim would be terminated. This looked like an easy job for him because he never took more than three days to complete such a task and he had been at it for centuries. Day 1 Eva Whitbane had retreated to her coven in the town of Greenfield. A small town but old and it seemed her coven owned quite a fancy mansion on the outskirts of town. Two days after the accident, Eisenheim appeared, emerging at the edge of the forest that bordered the hind side of the mansion. It was midnight and the game had begun. For a man who was centuries old, he looked like he was in the prime of his youth with jet black hair and well sculpted physique. Among the many rules that Reapers had, one of them was that they always dressed formally and wore a hat. The hat was their source of power. Without a hat, a Reaper was just an ordinary man who was immortal. They needed their hat to channel their powers. Each had their own preference, but Eisenheim donned a black bowler hat. He was dressed in a fancy looking suit and wore a long overcoat that went down to his knees. This was his uniform as some might say. The mans red hues gazed at the large mansion. A few rooms were lit and he could make out the silhouettes of girls wandering about. He had to be careful so he maintained a good amount of distance in order to avoid being detected. Witches. Always the ones causing trouble. The day the earth is rid of all of them, Ill be at peace. The male whispered to himself and dug into the pockets of his coat to take out a small diary and a pocket watch. The pocket watch was no ordinary one. Instead of having twelve numbers on its dial it only had seven one representing a day. When the watch would complete one revolution, his time would be up. The clock had started ticking. Lets see now. Eva Whitbane how should you die? Once again he murmured to himself while opening the diary and skipping through the pages. There was no text in the pages. Only lines that kept moving and changing potions and moving around the page. This diary was the Plan and every Reaper had one. They used this to interpret Deaths orders and carry out their jobs. After studying the magically moving lines, Eisenheim got down on his knees and tapped the muddy ground. After a few seconds, a little rattle was heard and slowly a large rattle snake slithered over to his hand. Good girl. He cooed out, stroking the serpents head. The serpent seemed to be calm and obedient, as if it understood what the man wanted from it. Go now, my little pet. Make sure the girl doesnt wake up alive tomorrow. Snake bites were common in the area. With a little bit of his powers, Eisenheim made sure that the bite from the serpent would not be felt by Eva and it would bite her in her sleep. The venom would be enough to kill her in an hour and no one would know until morning. The event would look like an accident and the job would be done. Little did he know that things werent going to be so easy as he thought. He was confident but he decided to stick around near the mansion so he could make sure Eva got bit.