Reaper Diaries
The river Styx flowed through the underworld leading all the phantoms to their rightful place, the gates of hell. The phantom hunter walked by the bay of the river. The waters hitting by the shore. They watched as the waves went back and forth. Stopped in their tracks, they watched the gloomy Styx. Their cloak dropped on the ground; their feet embraced the water. The hunter made it through the water. Centre of Styx, the pull of the water grew. The Phantom Hunter embraced the waters around, and their body gave in a flash. They sank into the abyssal water of Styx. They wanted to drown everything. Nothing to hold onto, nothing to grip. Each breath creates its bubble. It was just water rushing all over, Every inch of the body livelier than ever. Once again, the phantom hunter felt human, they felt alive. Charon would row and reach for the hunter, they would say “It’s not your time yet.” The boat of the afterlife led the hunter to the shore. Once back on the shore the hunter went back to what they were, no, they became what they were told. They became The Hallow Royalty, Hades’ pawn at play and Persephone’s weapon.
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