Coming Of The Reaper

 Sylvie can clearly tell I have something racing across my mind. I also know now we will have to train even harder if i am right about the idea of divine beings. I may just have found the very thing that gave Death his actual divine powers.

"Hey Sylvie, if a death dies, is it possible that the one who does it becomes death?" I ask.

She seems rather surprised by the idea that I am asking such things. Death had to have gotten to be Death somehow. There has to be an explanation. Everything seems to have a purpose. I wonder just how much there is to the workings of this hidden section of our world.

"Why does it matter?" She asks.

"Well I was thinking, if I'm succession of my father, who would be successor of Death? I mean I dunno, does it have kids?" I ask.

Sylvie looks at me puzzled. Cerberus seems to be waiting patiently. I am rather surprised a divine being is so patient. Perhaps there is something more to all of this. 

"We would recommend you deal with the shadow bodies before coming to us for the request of an insurgence." The middle head speaks to us.

"How many?" I ask with no hesitation.

"That was quick." Sylvie utters. 

"We would see one hundred of these harvested. When your are done, we shall provide you with a test." The right head says, the left nodding in agreement.

"So, we will be back soon." I say.

"We will be waiting." The middle head says.

"You're bargaining with the divine. Great." Sylvie huffs. "Let's get to work then." She adds with a sigh.

Sylvie opens the scroll and we quickly wash back to the calling gate. She returns the scroll back into its place. I know now, we will be able to defeat my father. I will achieve the impossible. We are going to become divine ourselves, if I am right on the idea.

We walk to the racks, equipping our gear from when we were training before. I only hope she can help me learn while we are on the go. Within moments, we are back in the hallowed halls Death calls home. It still feels oddly pleasant for such a dark place. With the realism of our mortality constantly in-front of our faces. I look to Sylvie as I think this over, she carries such a confident demeanor. She seems as certain as I act. 

"We are going to the Winchester house for some easy gathering." She says.

"Isn't that just a really haunted house?" I say.

"It's where demons are made stronger. The house was created on a spiritual fault line." She explains. 

"I see. So, we can keep harvesting as they come and go?" I ask.

"Well, most will be low level entities just starting to become a threat. There are always acceptions to the rule, though, so keep the guard up anyways." She says with a flat expression.

I can't help but keep straight faced as I travel down the halls with Sylvie. We both keep a hand over our holsters. I only copy the behavior because it seems the common thing to do for this job. I feel so confident with Sylvie and a weapon. Knowing we will be able to learn and get stronger, is an honor in my mind. I will take down my father, he chose to become a threat. I know no why, but I refuse to let corruption fill my family. 

"You seem determined." She says, breaking the silence I fell into momentarily.

"Yeah. I don't believe evil is in my blood, so if it is my father, truly, I want to be the one to end this." I reply.

"Can't blame you. You have a family's honor to protect and serve under. However, I was taken in and trained from youth." She confesses. "I've lived here, in these walls. For so long, I couldn't imagine leaving to fight. Not that its bad, I just, was so full of fear." She admits in addition.

"Well, I honestly think you're pretty brave." I can't help but be honest with her about it.

After all, we both match with our frequencies for a reason. It's part of what we are naturally to be and become. Is it possible we merely are fulfilling our personal prophecies? Could death also be the one who measures and handles time? Is that how we can't tell how old Death really is? I wind up having so many questions that it is overwhelming.

"How so?" She inquires.

"Well, you can fight like no one i ever met. That and you can be scary too, when you need to be." I chuckle.

"Oh, hah." She exasperates. 

We reach a round room with a mural that shifts and moves as people approach it then turn into light, moving onto the map. I only can imagine this is what they use to travel very quickly. I smile to Sylvie nervously. She chuckles lightly as we approach the deep ocean blue sapphire, in the middle of the muraled rotunda. 

"So, I didn't bring you here before, because I thought we'd be dead by now." She says. "This is the port room." She adds.

"The port room? Why is it called a port room?" I ask.

"It is a portal room, most times we call it port for that reason." She explains to me. 

"So, what should I be ready for?" I ask, following her to the smaller golden support for the sapphire. 

She takes two little sapphires of the same color which are strung onto silver chains. She hands me one and I put it on. She smiles. 

"You're gonna get sick, everyone does the first few times, its just your body getting used to the ethereal travel methods." She laughs. "It's also gonna make your back a little sore when we come back again." She adds.

"Oh yippee." I say. "So, we have everything for sure?" I ask.

"Yeah. To the Winchester house?" She replies.

"To the Winchester house." I nod as I take her hand.

She must know how this works pretty well. Before I even realize what is happening, the whole world is wirling around us as we shrink. The world whites out from my vision. I hear Sylvie laughing as if she was riding a roller coaster. 

I feel my stomach beginning to turn from the rapid disorientation. The moment the stomach feels normal, we land on the sidewalk beside a white mailbox on a four by four wooden post. I see the green grass come into my vision as I let go of Sylvie's hand. The blurring motion of me hitting my knees is too much to bare as I start to vomit profusely. Sylvie cracks a bottle of water and holds it by me while I go through this process. 

It's this moment when a flash through something I thought was a dream long ago, perhaps it is just my mind playing tricks on me. The house is crawling in dark tendrils of physical shadows go onwards to engulfing the house. In my mind I can see the army forged from within, when the flash takes a moment to fade.

"We need more people." I say under my breath.

I struggle to my feet. I feel as though I was just flung a thousand miles within an instant. Talk about extreme jet lag. I can only imagine now what will be waiting when we enter. Was this a presentation of the moments to come? Perhaps the flash was just my worst fear, either way I gather myself with a groan.

"What's that?" She asks.

"I think we need more people." I say.

"Why? What's wrong?" She immediately draws her weapon. 

The sky becomes swallowed with rampid storm clouds as lightning and thunder bombard the world from above. A torrential rain pours from the divine realms. I stay silent, in awe of the sight of this house with the weather. I never felt such chills flow through my body. The tingling sensation of fear flows from the back of my head and causes me to twitch as it flows through my neck. I draw my rapier hoping my feeling in this sight is wrong.

"I think it's a trap in there." I say.

"How? Our starters come here often." She replies.

"Let's be cautious, to be safe." I say.

We look at each other for a moment. She says nothing and simply acknowledges my statement. We walk, weapons drawn. I am not exactly sure what to expect, being my first time in a place for the sake of becoming stronger, or as a reaper at all for that matter. 

That's when it dawns on me. A grim reaper isn't just born, it must be something about their soul. otherwise Sylvie would have more to go on as to why she is a reaper when she was taken in by the halls of Death when she was orphaned. If it were from related circumstances, I would think she would have told me sooner. 

I only wish we could say for sure what the qualities of a real grim reaper are. We work in pairs and I understand why, in theory. I just need more time to get close to Death, then I can try to ask more questions later. He must think I am able for some reason or another. So, what makes a legacy reaper different from reapers like Sylvie? When I get back with these souls, I want some more answers.