[SilentFeather]

The Reaper descended to hell for a while to slowly heal of his unfortunately painful wounds. He wished that he could rule over the humans as he did in Hades with the tormented souls. He stayed out of the way to regain his strength and be prepared to battle that pitiful human until he was nothing but a bloody mass of bruises and open gashes from his scythe. He closed his claws, clenching them into fists that had shaken. That human had made him a nervous wreck of a predator. He wanted to make sure that his opponent was to be past death the next time he would be in the heat of battle with. He adored and love battles, especially when he was a part of it.  

Silently, the sorcerer that was of the Reaper's healer had been sent out to watch Sir Justin, staying silent as he did so. He was to teach the knight a valuable lesson. He whispered as quietly as he could, speaking of a spell which could turn males into females.