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18 - A reaper

Sometimes, he was grateful for the solitude of his duties. 

The curse had been laid on him years ago to save his life (thought not without it’s costs), and he’d learned from experience to take on his responsibilities without the aid of another. It was never easy to take the soul of those whose lives had come to an end, and the pained faces of those not ready to leave and those who watched him work couldn’t be erased from his memories.

Lewis and Vivi had tried to assist him, at least by being there for moral support, but he couldn’t subject them to that anymore; to watching someone die. He knew it affected Lewis the worst, seeing someone pass on; after his own death, he could understand being squeamish. And many times, the ones he had to guide to the afterlife had not died kind deaths. After only a few, he’d chosen to perform his work without their assistance. They were happier, and he was content to see them as such.

It had been a tedious night, lasting long into the dawn. There had been a fire in an apartment complex, and he came home smelling like ash and cinders, face drawn and pale as was natural for him now. Several hadn’t escaped the flames, and his work had been cut out for him.

He rubbed at the circles beneath his eyes before releasing the shepherd’s crook that was his reaping tool of choice, preferring the gentle light and guidance to the violent threatening of the scythe. 

When released, the staff let out a jingle like a wind-chime, and vanished in a plume of darkness like that which clung to his person. The cloak was removed and hung over the back of his chair, before Arthur seated himself at the table with a can of iced tea from the fridge. He didn’t need it now, the curse leaving him like Lewis in a unliving state, but sometimes allowing himself the smaller pleasures made everything a little more bearable. The hiss was loud in the silent room as he popped the top, and took a long sip with a hum.