...Your what would be defined as a Reaper your life breath was death and your death was the start of your life. Your almost completely unkillable and your practically indestructible. Your the dark stain of immortality and it is more curse than blessing." her last words were like an inevitability that couldn't be avoided and it made me feel... nothing at all as if this was everything. I turned to leave and she grabbed my hand from her place on the floor. "You'll affect others in ways you may never know or understand and you'll be drawn to life but don't fear or run from what you are embrace it." her last words stung because they had the feel of a goodby so I left not sure what to say or do I was lost. I left home with the clothes on my back and knife and sword which felt right to me for a weapon. my knowledge and capabilities felt limitless. if I wanted to know something I only needed to know what it was I wanted to know and I'd somehow come in contact with someone who knew the knowledge I sought and I could follow in the footsteps of their knowledge through contact with them. I traveled for a week to a whole nother state miles away from my birth home. I felt like I was searching like I was on a journey and I knew not the destination but as I got closer to it I felt more settled. I realized how insane this was for anyone even me so I picked a secluded place and sought a way to get in touch with myself. I knew there was a darkness within me but I only ever felt it after I caused some kind of inevitable destruction that I couldn't explain why even started in the first place. My life was beyond comprehension or actualization at this point it was like a monotonous routine till one day the routine was disturbed. I avoided contact with others and I didn't seek them out but it was like whatever was in me drew life to me like water down a drain. that life came as a dark haired beauty with voluptuous well proportioned very pronounced perky curves. she stood shorter than me and her scent was like honeysuckles so strong you could taste it through your nose. my senses were keen as sharp as ones senses could be but I knew that it was due to my unorthodox nature and there wasn't another like me. Today though would be the day I'd find out there is more out there than we all wish to know and my true power was just beginning to peak and be realized. this strange dark beauty moved in a dazed kind of slow shuffling way and she ambled towards me seemingly aimless but with a clear direction. As she got within hearing range I spoke up trying to scare her away "Ma'am there is a monster in these woods it isn't really safe for you to be here" she looked up so suddenly and sharply If I were normal fear would've tore through me but I wasn't normal "I know cause I am here to collect it" her voice whispered like the air in the space between us. it was light airy and gentle like a caress that held back a stronger darker more ferocious nature it gave me pause as to whether or not she truly was human as I first thought. I had mere minutes to think before she pulled a pistol possibly a desert eagle by the looks and fired shots at me. I felt a burn in veins that enveloped me from the inside out and made my skin crawl and tingle as if it had fallen asleep. my skin stretched tight like a too small shirt one had outgrown and my senses enhanced drastically. As the new sensations of power filled me time slowed the bullets seemed to move as if in liquid mercury. I moved without thinking or feeling straight to my intended target, the unknown female. She looked shocked even startled that she missed till I snapped her wrist that held the gun then pinned her by her throat to a tree. "what are you?" she contemplated an action that I could read in her thoughts and emotions by our simple connection and responded kindly with "you do not want to do that, if you reach for that knife after you spit in my face I promise you it won't even make it past the first action your throat will be in your hands." I spoke calmly and evenly all the while waiting for an answer to my question as if this was most common way to have a conversation and there was absolutely nothing going. she looked befuddled and scared that I knew what she was going to do before she did. "you can read my mind?" "I ask the questions you answer them because this is my home turf not yours. didn't your parents ever teach you manners when entering another's sanctum?" she nodded slowly and I spoke again repeating my first question "what are you?" she paled even further as she felt the static in the air between where our bodies connected. "I'm a practitioner of celtic arcane arts. I'm currently second to the head of our sisters and second strongest." she shuddered at revealing her secret and that of her sister practitioners but it made sense as to why she was otherworldly feeling to me. she whimpered in my grasp and then begged if she could live. "why should I let you?" she gave reasons that were pathetic to my ears so I then moved to speak plainly and evenly. "I'll let you go on one condition" she waited when I didn't name it she begged saying she'd do anything. "give me your most sacred treasure...give me your virginity." she cried allowed and screamed at me in the most vulgar way wishing me a painful end telling me she wouldn't. I tired of her voice and sharpened my gaze staring upon her and said "let it be so.. do you have any last requests before I grant you clemency?" she widened her yes realizing what I was saying and begged one last answer of me "what are you?" I smiled feeling the tips of my fangs and said casually "I'm a reaper and this is the reaping of your soul." I then snapped her neck without thinking her lifeless body falling to the ground. I felt a surge of energy tear through me upon her death felt it empowering me as everything faded out. I awoke near a body upon looking closely recalling what happened and shuddered at how familiar the sensations i felt were. I hadn't realized though she had alerted her sister who continents away screamed in fear because a reaper was born centuries ago and they were abominations of a forbidden practice and they weren't unkillable but it was extremely impossible to kill them almost life threatening to those who tried. they were superior humans even to those who practiced the arcane arts because they were above death and life their existence a merging of the two. they were like gods among men or devil's depending on how you came about them. the sisters decided that vengeance wasn't worth seeking alone and called those who practiced together to make a pact to hunt this individual together. as I sat in my home cross legged I began to meditate and search and feel the energy deep within myself the knowledge and power enhanced me far more than I imagined and increased my lust for violence. I moved from the floor some hours later and walked to the closest city snow crunching under foot making a crackling sound in the dead silence. once I was there I searched for one thing and one thing alone.