With eyes that seem to never be they hunt with utmost precision, power and speed. The demons of bad deeds, the gods of death, the bringer of extinction!

Never to harm the ones known morally right. Seen only on the street when they've killed all they could. Set to serve beings unlike themselves, feeble men, women, and children.

The protectors of fear, The Royal Executioners!

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His mind, empty, his eyes, non existant, his body, a mere tool. He stands, waiting to slit the throats of those deemed wrong. The one known as The Royal Reaper.

*Scribble*

"Ugh, honestly my father is soooo annoying. Why do I have to learn about taxes! I'm only 19! Reaper can't you just help me for once?!"

The boy stares at the Reaper, who is facing forward, waiting like a predator waiting for it's prey to show itself.

*Sigh*

The boy rests his chin on his palm.

"Sometimes I wish you'd just talk for once. Weren't you made to serve us royals? Can't you just give me a word or two?"

*SLAM*

The boy flinches.

"Leonard you must leave Reaper alone. None of the executioners talk, I'd just give up already."

Leonard sighs and spins in his chair.

"Sarah you must understand that the Executioners are borderline gods. If I could crack one of the executive and get them to talk I could become one myself!"

Sarah walks to Leonard's desk, slapping down a stack of papers.

"You still believe in that legend? Why would they share power through talking? If that's how it works it would make sense though."

Sarah puts her hands on her hips and gets lost in her train of thought.

Leonard shoots up out of his seat.

"See what I mean! It makes total sense! So maybe if I got super close to one of them I could get their power! Preferably a girl one but..."

Leonard murmers the last part.

Sarah shakes her head.

"Let's not waste time with kid stories. Father sent me to deliver more tax papers, keep working on them or we'll be in debt. I'm off to visit Lilia."

Leonard slams his hand his desk.

"Damniiitt! I have more papers AND you get to see Lilia and I CAN'T?! Saraaaaahh please help! I don't wanna stay hereeee!"

Sarah waves at him with a smile, "Sorry but I don't wanna be stuck with paperwork. Sooooo...make sure we stay rich!"

Leonard's face twists, "DAMN YOU FATHERRRRRRR!!"

He flops back down in his chair, defeated.

Reaper turns his head towards Leonard, immediately catching Leonard's attention. Leonard immediately nods "Do what you must Reaper."

Reaper Immediately vanishes, sending chills down Leonard's spine, "What a monster..."

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The night air is at a severe cold, Reaper is moving at incredible speeds. Moving to the neighboring castle in a mere 10 seconds.

Moving straight toward his target at incredible speed.

A man, who had stabbed a woman 2 hours previously.

The first target of his spree.

Reaper sprints into the killers house, speeding into a secluded room, and breaking through a wall. A secret room.

The killers face is already spread with absolute terror. He knows he can't escape the inevitable.

With movement so fast the naked eye could never see, he kills. The man disappears instantly, his body had been cut so many times and at such speed that all that remained was a mist of blood.

He bursts out of the house and runs to his next target.

His speed skyrocketing, his hunt has started. The Reaper has started to reap.