Reaper by the Dozen [Neku; Invite] Nov 7, 2014 22:30:38 GMT -5
Post by lightning on Nov 7, 2014 22:30:38 GMT -5
I'm not all that scary, am I?
to the soldier, the civilian, the martyr, the victim.
THIS IS WAR
In a town full of despair it was not difficult to find people in need. Though they were part of this world and, upon their death, would follow the pace of their creator, that did not mean they lacked Eradia. Eradia was a powerful energy sourced buried deep within the heart. When a person tries to push away their worries and sadness it became entrapped under the weight of the soul. These trapped feelings can change and twist a person into a monstrosity that could not pass over. Releasing Eradia from the heart was comparable to freeing the souls from the chains that held it on earth.
But little was the reaper aware that, in freeing them from that suffering also opened their hearts. It opened a path that Heartless could follow and prey on her saved souls. They became victims of their own emotions. Without the Darkness trapped and hidden away they would not change from the weak, sniveling humans that had buried it in the first place. She had become a reaper of hearts. And the rumors began to spread like wildfire in certain parts of town, particularly down by the beach.
It had become her familiar place while here. Her life began on a beach and it always seemed her soul longed to return. It felt like an eternity. For two days and a half the Reaper of Souls had began her task at collecting all she could of this mystical energy. Any little bit would buy her just a bit more time. At least, she hoped. It all could be for naught and she has come to relive this day and hour over and over. Maybe a few hundred souls was not enough for a god who could not bear within him life.
Twilight Town was a world full of life. But in recent months darkness had taken hold and it looked as if none would arrive to free it. Heartless roamed in greater number and evil doers would likely get along with greater ease. How long could the world survive in the darkness? Lightning had arrived when she noticed the open path through the Crux. Each world had its own aura, each path its own signature. This one was overflowing with Chaos, what some called the Darkness. Light had no duty to save the people of this world.
In fact they seemed more than capable of living. Their world was stable, for the time being and they seemed to live by the idea of curfew reducing the trouble caused by the chaotic spawn. What she was after was the energy buried deep in their hearts. This could perhaps save her world and bring her closer to saving her sister.
Whispers carried that a knight who walked the sands at knight, feeding people to massive Heartless. Where ever she went she would pretend to lay charity to the needy, only to call her Heartless army. What better way to feed them than the weak and suffering people of Twilight Town? Here the Darkness prevailed over all else. They say this reaper carried the most curious scythe. Its blade sang when swung across the air. Their hair was a blinding contrast against the silvery metal skin they wore to protect them from the nipping dogs.
This day, just like the others, her task began at the docks. She wore an unimposing uniform. A black, sleeveless top with the hood pulled up. Dark pants which cut off at her knees left her cool in the humid evening. Her shape, blue eyes seemed to glow against the twilight. She went without her armor because it had the tendency to lure the shadows with its divinity. So, for tonight, she would search for the heaviest heart and free it from its pain. She had to earn back time. Not for herself, but for them.