The Grim Reaper is his most common alias. He's killed many for money, always would say "times up." Though these are all just rumors to how or why he's received this name, one things true, those who've seen to tell the tale, weren't his target...current day Vita Viridi, The Grim Reaper has been tasked with a new target, Father Escobar. As night falls, The Grim Reaper emerges from the shadows of an alleyway. Walking out from the alley, lanterns hung along the rooftops, keeping the streets shining, looking down at his feet, a mirror layed. The Grim Reaper he was called, ashamed to who he became, he lowered his hood, white messy hair, the face of a child, but bright red eyes accompanied by his black skinny brows, biggest outlier, though, was his elvish ears, shorter than most, he put his hood back over. "The Grim Reaper I've become," he uttered under his breath before disappearing back in the shadows.
An hour later, a man in a pope's uniform came walking down that same street, it was Father Escobar. Grays so potent, one could see him from a mile away, also in the lack of colour in his hair, he too lacked height, but his green eyes were beautiful, ashamed he was marked for death. The Grim Reaper knew he couldn't fail this mission, for the elvish king himself put this bounty up, good reasons too. Watching from the shadows, The Grim Reaper froze, Father Escobar was now staring at him, directly, "Does he see me!?" His mind was racing, wondering how he could see him? Nevertheless, Father bolted towards Him, grabbed him by the neck, and slammed him into the ground, knocking him out...
Now, the great Grim Reaper awakens in a cold, damp, dungeon cell. Shackled to the wall, he struggled to free his arms, effortless. Then, a man showed himself before The Grim Reaper "Father Escobar..," he gave a nasty growl.
"Now, I've heard a lot about you, The Grim Reaper, but what's your real name?"
Ignoring him, he just hung against the shackles, but then, an enormous surge of power struck him, "It's rude to disrespect your elders!"
Fear engulfed him...The Grim Reaper felt fear once more..."Elrod Grimm."
Smiling, Father Escobar placed his hands on the cell bars "Two choices now, either I kill you publicly or, you can work for me."
Grimm didn't want to die again, the pain he's felt, the life he's lived, a mere lie, he was never no Grim Reaper, bringer of death, but just a half-off, last of his kind, "When do I begin working for you?"
Smiling, Father released Grimm from his shackles, "Now."