Grim Reaper

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There was a sudden flash of teal light and a sudden dizziness came over those near by. A short figure with a blue hood pulled over it's head stood where it had not been moments ago. Cloven hooves wrapped tightly around a staff, little taller than itself. He looked around and approached a nearby villager, his nose twitching. "Excuse me I'm looking for a man with no arms, I heard he resided around here and I needed to speak with him urgently."
Mar 13, 2021
The man jumped at the unexpected appearance, and spell of dizziness. “What’s this-? I-? Oh...no arm huh?” The villager scratched at his neck, and gave the figure a suspicious look. “You must mean old Red. You know him?”
Mar 13, 2021
His lips curled into a frown bordering on a scowl at the name. "We are acquainted yes. I'm very much looking forward to seeing him again." He looks up, putting a bit more of his goat-like features on display.
Mar 13, 2021
The villager watched him warily, and then leaned against his walking stick. "Look now...we don't want any trouble here. Gods know we had enough of that with our neighbors...point being, Red showed up here covered in blood, hysterical, and armless. We haven't gotten a sane word, if any words at all, out of him since. He's sick, contagious has hel at this point, and frankly we've realized the best we could probably do for him is just give him a quiet, and comfortable place to pass on."
He lifted a hand. "Now you aren't the fist who's poked their nose around here for Red, as to why we've never figured, but I'll need your word you're not here to do him or anyone else here any ill. Its not like the man could hurt anyone if he tried anyhow."
Mar 13, 2021
He slowly bowed his head in a nod. "I promise." He lied. "I used to know 'Red' before madness took him. I'm hoping a familiar presence will bring an end to it." Permanently. He thought.
Mar 13, 2021
The villager seemed to think it over. "Knew him hm?" He rubbed his chin. "It would be nice if someone managed to get through to him. He's been a bit if a town mystery. Although I wager he was someone who got the short end of the stick during the temple gate incident...what did you say your name was again?"
Mar 13, 2021
"I do not recall giving it." He replied. "But, you may call me Grimm." He smiled kindly enough to placate the man.
Mar 13, 2021
The villager nodded, and began to lead the way when he hesitated. "Forgive my protectivness, Grimm, but uh... maybe you could answer me a small question, just to be sure you know him."
"Milae, Minnar, or Myles?"
Mar 13, 2021
He scowled as he heard the name. He knew the answer. It was why he looked the way he looked. His grip tightened around his walking stick as his teeth grit together. "Milae." He finally answered, trying to sound calm.
Mar 13, 2021
The man nodded a little, and then tipped his head. "This way...just be careful. Lots of sick down yonder."
He led him down a forest path into a small off set of the village, and then to and isolated cabin after that. He tapped on the door. "Hey Red...you have a visitor...I'm gonna open the door..." he paused for a moment, and then pushed the door open.
Rhenco's armless form sat on a small cot. He looked...withered.
Nearly every bone stuck out on him, as if he had retained hardly any of the nourishment he ate. Blisters and infection ate at his skin, as if a dozen different diseases had suddenly beset him all at once. The ivory sides of some of his teeth could even be seen through a hole in his cheek, and his eyes wandered blankly.
His eyes...where no longer dead. They held life. A disconnected, absent, and confused life...but it was still somehow more than what he had before.
The villager sighed as he watched the man shift around, and take a small drink from a bucket of water next to him. "He just shuts down whenever we try to feed him, or tend to his sickness. Its like he never knew what it was like to have someone help him before, or live on his own for that matter...well..." he lifted and dropped a hand. "There he is...maybe you can get through to him."
Mar 13, 2021
He nodded and smiled. He was happy to see him again. More specifically he was happy this would be the last he would see of him again. "Thank you. If you don't mind however I'd like to speak with him alone." Whether or not he would have complied he suddenly felt inexplicable compelled to do so.
Mar 13, 2021
The man opened his mouth to protest, and then seemed to fall under a daze. "Oh...yeah sure..." he casually walked away from the door.
Rhenco blinked a few times from where he sat, and looked around. His eyes fell across the Changing, and he blinked again. His thin lips moved silently.
"Goddess..."
He finally managed to whisper.
Mar 13, 2021
As the villager began to walk away he slowly began to walk away he slowly began to forget the face of the stranger who just showed up and even his false name, much like one would in a dream. Finally the man reached up and and pulled his hood back revealing the object of his obsession, Milae. "Hello Rhenco." He practically spat the name. "I see you're getting on well with your new life the goddess granted you."
Mar 13, 2021
Rhenco sat still for a second, and then very slowly shifted a little across the cot on his knees. He leaned forward to peer at him, and then his eyes flickered away as his mouth moved again.
"...Milae..." He said, as if answering a question on a test. He then slid off the bed, and walked into a corner of the room.
Mar 13, 2021
"I see you remember me." Milae said as he shifted the walking stick to his left side. "I wanted to you to know that I had not forgotten you either." He said firmly, malice clear in his voice.
Mar 13, 2021
Rhenco kept his back to him, and then slowly leaned forward so his head rested in the corner. He seemingly shrank into it.
"......"
"...who..."
Mar 13, 2021
"You, Rhenco. Do think that your deeds would be forgotten? That all the pain and suffering that you caused before that night would be forgotten with a wave of a hand?" He grinned, "Forgive the expression." The grin quickly returns to a frown. "The only reason you survived that night was due to Hel's protection, but she can no longer protect you Rhenco, and your victims will have retribution."
Mar 13, 2021
The man was still, and then he cautiously glanced over his shoulder. For a moment his eyes met the Changling's, and then he glanced away, as if the action had harmed him somehow. He absent mindedly rolled his neck around to scratch his face against the wall of the cabin.
The action seemed to strike him with a boute of anxiety as an after thought, and with stiff shoulders he carefully pushed himself into the small closet just off to the side of his cot.
The Changling could hear his uneven shudders from inside, as if the man were still starring into a frightening, unknown world with the confines.
""I..."
"L-..."
"C-..."
"...."
"Hurts..."
His face poked out ever so slightly as he gave the Changling another look.
"I...know you..." the words seemed to cause the man pain, and he began to shake. "I...I know you..."
Mar 13, 2021
"I would hope so." He said as he twirled this walking stick, transforming it into the shape of the ever so familiar naginata. "Otherwise this would be far less satisfying."
“It is far more frightening in here I assure you.” They say as he swings the weapon around so the blade is pressed right above his heart. “Any final words before I rid the Earth of this scum?”
Mar 13, 2021
Rhenco turned his head from where it had been tucked into his shoulder, or at least what remained of it, and looked at the blade, he followed it up curiously until his eyes met the Changeling’s again. His gaze was searching. 
“Do you…know…” He struggled to say. “I…can’t live…but I’m…I’m too…” His teeth ground tightly into each other, as he began to glance around, as if something more frightening than the blade against his chest were about to pop out of the corners. “Scared…to die…do you know…? How to live? 
Mar 13, 2021
The Changling scowled matching Milae’s visage perfectly. “You fear what lies beyond. And yes… I know. But it will will have to be something you learn for yourself in your next life.” With that they begin to slowly push the blade into his chest.
Mar 13, 2021
Rhenco’s body jerked back at the sudden, sharp pain, and his back hit the closet. His head snapped around as if he didn’t know where it had come from, and his legs pulled up close to his chest. “Where!” He hissed, and then calmed for a moment. 
His eyes drifted back to him, and then blinked a few times as he glanced at the blood that stained his shirt. It drained slowly, as if he had hardly any blood left in him. “Oh…” he breathed, and then struggled to move to his feet. “Bandage…” He said to himself, and began to move as if he aimed to walk right past the Changeling. 
Mar 13, 2021
They swept his legs out from under him with the butt of their staff, knocking him on his back. They put their foot on his chest and leaned down so they were face to face. “You don’t get it, this is the end for you. But now comes the best part.”
Milae’s form grinned uncharacteristically wickedly and that form began to shift into a typically demonic form, with claws like knives and teeth as sharp as razors. It seemed his prophecy was about to come true.
“I wanted to give you some little hope, satisfaction, whatever it would be to see Milae one last time before the big reveal and your demise.”
Mar 13, 2021
Rhenco lay frozen, as if the stun of hitting the floor hadn’t worn off yet. His head then tipped forward to look at the foot that pressed painfully into his injury, and his chest began to hitch. “A-a…a…” He strained as his legs moved weakly. He then caught sight of the Changeling’s true form…and all over again, his expression went through the same filtering of recognition.
The strange light, the same way someone would look when they recognized an old friend…
A settling confusion…and then apprehension…
Calculation…
“I…know you…” He breathed. “You…know me…”
“I wish…” Rhenco said, with only slightly more clarity than he did before, as his voice became thick, and a tear rolled out of the corner of one of his eyes. “I didn’t know…me…”  
Mar 13, 2021
The Changling chuckled darkly as their claws began to sink into his chest. “Don’t worry, in your next life you won’t know you. No one will know you. I’ll make sure of it. No one will remember Rhenco.” With that their claws pierced his heart.
Mar 13, 2021
There was a soft squint of an eye, and a slight, silent parting of thin, damaged lips.
And then he was perfectly still.
And like a water down a drain, the little life he had shrank away in his eyes, until nothing but the organs themselves remained. 
Mar 13, 2021
They pulled their claws out of his chest and looked up at roof of the shack and beyond. "Make it a good one Baldr." They murmured. They reached out and began to work the memory of 'Old Red' out of the villager's minds. When they found him he would just be a poor tramp that had stumbled into the house after being attacked by an animal and died quietly.
Once their work was done the web of wyrd returned to their form and they disappeared from the village, leaving the body of Rhenco alone, forgotten.