10-15-2014, 11:42 PM
"Very well. Millenia ago, there was a reaper named Cristef. Like all reapers, Cristef's job was to escort souls to their final place of rest. Cristef was different from his brothers and sisters, though, in that he liked to ask the deceased about life. He wondered what it was like to be mortal, to be able to do whatever one desired, instead of have a set purpose. But it broke his heart to see souls who were unprepared for their rest. Children especially. So many begged him not to take them away, but there was never anything he could do. The only ones who were ever ready were the souls of the old, those who had had a full life, and were ready for what came next. All others begged and cried to be spared."
I'm just here for a laugh
