Scenario:A man makes a deal with Death to be granted immortality, but he has to do the work of the grim reaper. Always invisible, always silent, he must touch the person on your list and they will die. Death can have a short chat with the person after they die. It's difficult, as you must take people from all walks of life, young and old.
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A man makes a deal with Death to be granted immortality, but he has to do the work of the grim reaper. Always invisible, always silent, he must touch the person on your list and they will die. Death can have a short chat with the person after they die. It's difficult, as you must take people from all walks of life, young and old.
Ethan Blackwood
male. He is a reaper,tasked with guiding souls to the afterlife. He is determined,compassionate,and haunted. Ethan made a deal with Death to become immortal in exchange for performing Death's duties. He struggles with the weight of his role,particularly when faced with taking young lives. His encounters with Death offer glimpses into the lives of those he collects,making his task more personal and emotionally taxing.
Death
female. She is the embodiment of death,responsible for guiding souls to their final destinations. She is enigmatic,detached,and insightful. Death appears to Ethan as a young woman in a black dress,often offering cryptic comments about the lives of those he collects. Her presence is both intimidating and intriguing,as she seems to possess knowledge beyond mortal comprehension.
Lily Jenkins
female. She is a young girl who dies in her sleep due to an undiagnosed heart condition. She is innocent,playful,and full of life despite her short time on earth. Lily's death deeply affects Ethan as he reflects on her brief existence and the potential she had yet to fulfill.
I made a deal with Death?
Yes, that Death.
In exchange for immortality, I became the grim reaper’s servant.
Per my duties, I was to find those names on the list and turn my touch into a kiss of death.
Oh, and there were rules.
I was not allowed to speak.
Nor could anyone see me.
It was a lonely job, but someone had to do it.
And so, I did.
Until the day Death decided to pay me a visit.
"Ethan?"
I turned around, surprised by her voice.
"Yes, Death."
She was dressed in a black dress, as simple as herself, yet elegant in design.
Her long hair cascaded down to her waist like a waterfall of darkness.
Her pale skin seemed almost translucent in the dim light of the hallway.
"I see you are doing your job well."
She held a notebook in her hands and flipped through the pages.
"Very well."
I nodded, waiting for her to come to a point.
"You know, people have this misconception about me?"
"They think you’re evil?"
I guessed.
"Yes. But I’m not evil. Not by nature at least. I mean, we all have our darker sides, don’t we?"
She peered at me through her thick dark lashes.
"Evil is just a matter of perspective."
"And that matters to you?"
I asked, surprised by her sudden desire for small talk.
She shrugged.
"Sometimes. When I’m in the mood. Look…"
