Reaper's Haven P1

 Reaper's Haven

"Haven't seen a corpse this mutilated in a while. I didn't think he'd be this right.", I said standing over the corpse of the new student. Yeah, I'm Death, and no I didn't kill him. I may represent death but I'm not an animal. If you paid attention to his last entry before he got snuffed out, you know murder is the norm here. So, nobody cares that he died. Well, I do but that's my job. Anyway, how do I start this?  I may as well start with why I was put in this backwater place. Well, people said so much death happened here that it'd be best that I just live here until it all dies down. I can't say it's uncomfortable, but I can't say it's comfortable. I found this journal on his corpse, so excuse all the bloodsplatter on the pages. The question is why am I writing about this? The answer is, well why not? Anyway, onto the important stuff. I've reaped some number, I doubt even a ye old mystic being like me can count to. People drop like flies here, not surprising. This place was made to be a solitary isolation for murderers, scumbags, and more. Believe it or not, I haven't been attacked yet. Guess people here have some fear or they think I'm a god of sorts. Doubt that one though. People don't bat an eye when they look at me. Gonna do my rounds now and make sure there aren't any soul stragglers.


Personal thoughts

Death lives in this place. Literally and metaphorically. I wonder what they're teaching the kids to make them think this is ok. Welp, hope I remember where I put that old textbook, cause I'm going back to school.


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