Reaper Diaries
The mysterious Hadestown was always filled with the most horrendous phantoms. Those were punished under the starlight by the phantom hunter. The phantom hunter was unfazed now to the screams, the crying ad the forgiveness. Their tyrant wouldn’t expect less from the lowly phantom hunter. Soon the hunter got the names, knight of death, Last light, and Hallow Royalty. The last name was what the hunter hated, they weren’t hollow, they weren’t emotionless, they weren’t jaded. They weren’t until that event. The hunter sure had become a bridge to the afterlife. Sure, they must harvest a few phantoms here and there. They felt every tear that they caused, they felt the strong bursts of energy, they did feel. All that they had was sacrificed to appeal to Hades. Yet they knew Hades, they would never see them as more. They realized something fatal to humankind, Humanity, all those emotions. They knew they were human inside, with a soul or without a soul.
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