Emizel starts to relive an event in his young life which eventually lead to his fear of reaping souls. Who will get him out of his funk?
Emizel tossed and turned in his sleep as a nightmare plagued his mind. A nightmare that was a horrible memory in the young reaper's life.
There the blonde stood, scythe in hand and prey at his feet. His prey was already badly wounded so he could no longer run. Blood covered his entire chest and pooled on the ground underneath him. His eyes were wide, bloodshot and bugged out as tremendous pain coursed through his body. His eyes slowly moved over and he saw the Death before him. It was then that he realized, he was about to die. His left claw began to raise, he wouldn't let a Grim Reaper take his life without a fight!
He slashed at the young reaper, deeply cutting the top of his nose. But why did the reaper just stand there and take it? Why didn't he raise his scythe and end his life before he even got a chance to raise his own claw? It was then that the demon got a good look at the reaper, he was in more fear than his own prey.
Emizel's legs tremoured and his face went pale. He didn't even seem to notice that his prey had just sliced the top of his nose. He took a step back before completely falling to his knees. Tears began to surface the corners of his eyes. He used his arms to support himself up and not meet the ground face-first. A dizzy sensation consumed his head and bile had begun to raise in the back of his throat. His body had become incredibly hot, despite having shorts on.
"I can't..." he muttered out. "do it..."
Emizel was aware that being a reaper meant that he had to extract souls and send them to Hades by stabbing them with a scythe, but he never imagined that he would have to deal with something so gruesome. It was utterly disturbing, so much so that the bile came all the way up from the back of Emizel's throat and caused him to vomit on the ground in front of him.
He was in trouble, he could no longer reap the soul in front of him. That was when a near-by reaper heard the unusually commotion and came over to see what was going on. The reaper was shocked at the scene before him.
"What happened?!" he exclaimed. "Did you attack that young Death?!"
The demon struggled but did eventually manage to shake his head. The grim reaper knew that the demon wasn't lying, considering that he could barely even shake his head in his current condition. So he rushed over to the young blonde instead.
He propped up the Death's head on his knee.
"Hey kid, you alright?" he asked.
"I failed..." said Emizel, immediately breaking into sobs.
"Wh--hey, wake up!" he shouted. "Wake up! Wake up!"
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The next thing that Emizel knew, he was being shaken awake by his werewolf companion, Fenrich. He must have been having a nightmare.
"You're going to wake up all of Hades if you keep making so much noise!" said Fenrich.
"I'm sorry..." said Emizel, tears forming in his eyes.
Fenrich cocked a brow. Did he really sound THAT angry at the young reaper? He didn't mean to make him cry, not that he really cared.
"Sorry," said Emizel. "I was having a bad nightmare. It was of something that happened a long time ago..." He lightly touched the scar on the top of his nose.
"Then it's nothing to cry about," said Fenrich. "If it happened so long ago, just get over it. What's done is done!"
Emizel looked up at Fenrich with a surprised visage. "Fenrich," he said. "Thank you."
Fenrich blushed. "WH--I wasn't trying to cheer you up! Shut up!" he blurted out.
"Tsundere," Emizel teased.
"What have I said about calling me that?!" Fenrich said, embarrassed.
"Still whether you meant to or not," he said. "I still feel better."
Fenrich just huffed and looked away.
END
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