They were right, I wasn't just human. The blue swirls of mist that rose from my hand could be deadly. As I continued to walk the streets of Paradise those that feared what I was would learn what it truly meant to fear. We were an elite force called Reapers. Gone were the myths and legends of old such as the ferry man. We not only collected human souls for the harvest but demons and angels as well. No one was above exception. I followed the trail while it was still hot. The soul I was after was no ordinary soul but that of an ancient line who was thought long gone.
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