Part V: Divine Retribution
Deviel once told me about an Indian man she visited in 1983 who was murdered slowly by a bag placed over his head. The pain in her heart caused a thunderstorm in Pottstown Pennsylvania that night.
Death is something that should be delivered quickly and those souls that linger in between life and death are pitiable in my mind. The brutality of a slow death is one every reaper has encountered in one way or another but the suffering is never something to be admired or envied.
Mob hit murders are cases of sick and twisted minds that can be so drawn out that, especially in the present case, even a reaper like deviel is compelled to give that soul (however evil it may be) a second chance at paradise.
"I waited half an hour in the room as he kicked and struggled before passing," she said. "The killer let air into the bag periodically so the death was drawn out as much as it could be. At the end, his soul was in bits and pieces and the killer had residue on his clothes that he seemed to revel in like he was the reaper its self."
She went on to explain that after she had assembled what remnants of a soul this man had, pieces of how his physical form would have been represented were still missing. She tried to convince what was left to repent its evil ways and gain access to paradise instead of hell but it had the capacity of a four year old and she was forced to carry it to hell despite its best intentions.
Nothing so skims the realm of the hereafter like a murderer. Especially one that kills his victims slowly. When that man died in 2013, she did not hesitate to reap him in a way that forced him into his acceptance of death as she dragged him to hell with vigor and ferocity.
When there is no punishment on earth for an evil doer, you better believe that a reaper can take divine retribution like none would ever believe on earth. As light and fluttery a spirit as Deviel was, when it came to punishing the truly wicked and depraved, she showed no remorse and did her duty with a resolve only the heavenly host himself could match. I think this is most what I loved about her because it is the human element that one loses when they die and become a reaper.
It is that power that they gain, however, when they get to talk a spirit into acceptance of death. A reaper is a cog in a divine machine of amazing magnitude and splendor. We are all that stands in the way of a soul and its final destination. She became more than just a reaper the moment she decided to "give man fire" by giving him the ability to choose where he felt his immortal soul belonged; when she became Promethius she gained the human element of reaping that went beyond human understanding. She played god and was allowed to because that is truly what he intended when he made "man" in his own image.
Throughout the centuries, I have loved her and fallen out of touch; loved her again, only to fall out of touch again for a lifetime or two but on that day in 2013, I swore that we would cohost the divine position of Grim and at the same time, we inadvertantly became the balance of power between heaven and hell.
Death is something that should be delivered quickly and those souls that linger in between life and death are pitiable in my mind. The brutality of a slow death is one every reaper has encountered in one way or another but the suffering is never something to be admired or envied.
Mob hit murders are cases of sick and twisted minds that can be so drawn out that, especially in the present case, even a reaper like deviel is compelled to give that soul (however evil it may be) a second chance at paradise.
"I waited half an hour in the room as he kicked and struggled before passing," she said. "The killer let air into the bag periodically so the death was drawn out as much as it could be. At the end, his soul was in bits and pieces and the killer had residue on his clothes that he seemed to revel in like he was the reaper its self."
She went on to explain that after she had assembled what remnants of a soul this man had, pieces of how his physical form would have been represented were still missing. She tried to convince what was left to repent its evil ways and gain access to paradise instead of hell but it had the capacity of a four year old and she was forced to carry it to hell despite its best intentions.
Nothing so skims the realm of the hereafter like a murderer. Especially one that kills his victims slowly. When that man died in 2013, she did not hesitate to reap him in a way that forced him into his acceptance of death as she dragged him to hell with vigor and ferocity.
When there is no punishment on earth for an evil doer, you better believe that a reaper can take divine retribution like none would ever believe on earth. As light and fluttery a spirit as Deviel was, when it came to punishing the truly wicked and depraved, she showed no remorse and did her duty with a resolve only the heavenly host himself could match. I think this is most what I loved about her because it is the human element that one loses when they die and become a reaper.
It is that power that they gain, however, when they get to talk a spirit into acceptance of death. A reaper is a cog in a divine machine of amazing magnitude and splendor. We are all that stands in the way of a soul and its final destination. She became more than just a reaper the moment she decided to "give man fire" by giving him the ability to choose where he felt his immortal soul belonged; when she became Promethius she gained the human element of reaping that went beyond human understanding. She played god and was allowed to because that is truly what he intended when he made "man" in his own image.
Throughout the centuries, I have loved her and fallen out of touch; loved her again, only to fall out of touch again for a lifetime or two but on that day in 2013, I swore that we would cohost the divine position of Grim and at the same time, we inadvertantly became the balance of power between heaven and hell.
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