The reaper stood looking at the graveyard which had creatures swarming around like flies over a dead body. He had seen a person near the grave, possibly a girl, fresh soul that had appeared in the land of the dead which wasn't new. But there was something strange in the wind, something unique that he could tell why the creatures were trying to feed on her. It was something very sweet yet powerful.
When he started to walk, his robes dragged on the ground.
The robes that were worn were old and torn at the ends. When he stepped into the cemetery which was nothing but useless, the other creatures who had swarmed in started to scatter and make way for him, going back to the shadows where they belonged to. He looked at the hellhound that had fallen back.
