"A person's death says a lot about how they lived. It doesn't define who they are, but rather it reveals the choices, and actions they took up till their final breath. Think long about this, what kind of death do you seek? One surrounded by loved one's? Maybe you desire the warriors honorable death in battle. Perhaps a quiet passing as you watch the sunset is more befitting. Whatever your choice may be, always remember that the choices and actions you make are the stepping stones to your fate. Start skipping along these stones, and you'll reach the end sooner than you may desire."
My story begins around 44 days ago, in a place called the Etherealm. A plane of existence that represents eternity, and it is where all things immortal originate from. I don't remember much from this place aside from a voice, it whispered knowledge of the universe into me. By the time it was over, I had become what was called a reaper. My job, or rather, forced desire was to gather souls of the dead and bring them to a place called the graveyard. I say forced desire because, upon waking up, I was never given instructions on anything, I just, had an extreme desire to gather souls and bring them to the graveyard. Probably some kind of effect from the voice from before. When I woke up in this world, I was in a bed, accompanied by a fellow reaper. His name was Ulmyr. He was the second of the six seats, I myself being the sixth. Each seat represents the age of the reaper, not in the form of an exact number, but in the order of who was here first. As I understand it, the seat ranking is as follows. Seat one, Xarolus. Seat two, Ulmyr. Seat three, Ethyr. Seat four, Ambriel. Seat five, Chyron. Seat six, which is I, Aevelus. I learned my name through the whispers, it was the second most repeated phrase, I probably heard it well over a hundred times. Ulmyr was a tall, large man. In terms of human ageing he looked to be around mid forties. He gave off an astounding aura, one equal to a well seasoned warrior. He also was carrying a staff with large double-sided axes', one on the top and bottom of the staff. Even at a glance you can tell an incredible amount of strength and expertise was needed to wield such a weapon. I became curious and asked him about it.
Aevelus: "That weapon you carry, what is it exactly?"
Ulmyr spoke in a deep raspy voice, "This is my soul weapon, you have one as well. Simply wish for it and it will appear before you. I will take my leave, I know you know what must be done."
I did, I knew exactly what I must do. The graveyard starvation was far from sated. It needed souls, lots of them. At the same time, I could feel a malice behind this implanted desire. Before deciding, I wanted more information. More information about this world, the graveyard, the purpose of it all. I decided to visit the other five, suppressing the craving for souls as best I could.
It took around a day to find seat one, Xarolus. I figured he would be the best start as he was the oldest of all of us. Xarolus was a tall and muscular man that gave off an aura of pure death. I could tell he had been gathering souls far longer then Ulmyr, quite possible longer then seats two through six combined, that's how overwhelming his presence was. Nevertheless, I made my way to him. As I got closer I noticed he wielded a scythe, quite a large one at that. A fitting weapon to match himself. I began by asking about what the world was like, and what exactly the graveyard was. He simply responded with, "Annihilation... pure and absolute annihilation." He spoke with a defeated sort of tone. His eyes were fierce, yet tired, heavy, yet unwavering. He brought his scythe down to a corpse on the ground, it started to absorb the soul of the corpse, leaving a rotten husk of meat behind.
Xarolus: "More, I need more." He muttered.
A women came running by and ran up to the corpse, her face tensing up as she began to sob. She spoke to the corpse words of regret and sorrow, "I'm so sorry, I'm sorry I didn't notice, please forgive me, please children, forgive me." Xarolus without hesitation decapitates the woman.
Aevelus: "You killed her, I thought we only harvest souls of the dead."
Xarolus: "The graveyards starvation is far from sated."
Its like he could hear the constant voice. In fact, this confirmed it for me.