[SilentFeather]

The Reaper found himself in his King's castle, mentally sighing in relief as he was safe for a time. He kneeled down to the sorcerer's height as he felt him slowly heal his wounds to brand new. The sorcerer's patient was grateful as always but knew that something about the Reaper was wrong, he was not supposed to be vulnerable to attacks from a human, nor was he supposed to be on Earth's upper level. He was meant to be a hell dweller, not where the humans could challenge and beat him just as Sir Justin did. "Humans .. bah!" He mumbled beneath his false breaths. He knew that he was not born from a human woman or man, he was created from lava, fire and wildfires. "How did a land dweller defeat me! .. I am losing my touch!"