I'm Inlove with Grim Reaper

Chapter 1: History of the Reaper

In the past century before humans civilized there was someone who roamed the world. Someone that was powerful, someone who helps the gods and the goddesses.

And he also entitled a god himself, he was so mysterious and only appears when he is needed.

But because of his service one of the gods, Hades, gave him the cursed of immortality, for him to be more useful to the gods.

"Why do I need to accept this curse? " He said.

"For you to become a true god, but you will gonna stay on the earth roaming" Hades said.

After the god said it, he was sent down to the earth again, to continue his duty once again. But this time he didn't want to do it again, but the god gave him the curse so he didn't have any choice.

So he just roams and roam the Earth taking people's lives and sending it's souls to the gods.

He just continues doing it for the past century and he was known with his long black scythe. People feared him because he cause deaths for them.

Someone says he has no specific form, but the other says he is a boy teenager, who always wear black.

If the reaper is real he must see all the generations passed, all the wars that came and ended, and all the problems this world has conquered.

He must be in pain of the curse of Hades, the pain to see people die so many times.

Time has passed and nothing seems to be different in him. Just roaming the world and getting the souls of the dead people and delivering it to Hades.

“I guess the peak season is soon to come,” he said.

So he continues roaming around the world looking for the souls to get.

Old, young, sicked, or not, he gets the souls of the dead peoples not leaving anything. At first he was guilty taking their last breath, but later on he overcome the guilt and felt nothing while getting their souls.

“Good job, my boy,” Hades said.

So the teenage boy continues roaming around he passed by a girl and he was crying. He looks at him without any emotions seen in his face.

“Are you the one who will get the soul of my grandfather?” She said while sobbing.

“Where do you get that idea, little girl?” He said curiously.

“I heard of a news that there was a man in a black hood with a scythe roaming around when somebody dies, they said it was the boy who was cursed and now serving to Hades” she said.

“I guess the rumors are still up even centuries have passed, ” he said in his mind.

The boy continues to walk into the room where the girl's grandfather is lying. He was already dead and his soul is there, sitting besides the body.

The boy reaches his hand to the old man, the old man look into his hand and then smiles.

They passed by again to the little girl and she was still crying. So the boy decided to stop and face again the little girl.

“Death is a normal phenomenon for every person, it hurts if someone dies specially when someone special to you, you should overcome it” the boy said.

The old man smiles again when he sees his granddaughter is not crying.

“I will be strong girl brother and we will meet again” the girl shouted.

And the years again has passed and the world war was started. There are wars everywhere the boy goes, there was a lot of casualties.

He was walking in the middle of the battlefield and looking for the souls.

Soldiers see him, but they just continue firing since it was a war. And the boy didn't mind it since he was immortal after all.

The boy decided to go to the tent where the dead body and the casualties are brought to.

And while looking around, he saw so many souls there and he guided them to the gods. He is now working to all of the gods not only to Hades.

“Are you the boy that go to the mourn of my grandfather” he heard a voice of a girl from his back.

“Who are you? ” he said.

“I am the girl you saw crying, I was a little younger back then, so I think you've forgotten me, I am Grace” she said.

He started to remember now, that was the girl she cared and look after over years and years. But he was busy and looking for so many people so he didn't get in touch for so many years.

“I didn't get a chance to ask your name back then, what is your name? ” she asks.

“I don't have a name, ” he said.

The girl suddenly felt sad, and she started to think of a better name for him.

“I will call you Grim Reaper, Grim because you always wear black clothes, Reaper because of that scythe you always carry” she said.

“But that seems to be so long, so I call you Azrael” she added.

So the time passed and after the world war ended the rumors about the black hood wearing teen is now known as the Grim Reaper.

The Reaper was so happy because now he has an Identity. He was about to go back to Grace when he was called by Hades.

“You need to remove yourself in her memory, and make yourself vanish and become a myth” Hades said.

Azrael was shocked, but he was ordered to do so, he was granted a power of mind manipulation. And after that he goes to the city where he last saw Grace.

The reaper was in doubt if he was need to obey the gods or obey his own feelings.