When God was getting busy with the creation of the universe, where there was only cosmic goo. God's Play-Doh, things, He put death into a ceramic jar for safekeeping, until he could figure out what to do with it. One day, God gave the jar to a frog and a toad to guard it from harm while he went off to create something more fantastic. Why He gave it to a frog and a toad, I'll never know. But one thing led to another. The jar shattered, letting death out. And ever since, everything who lives has to die. So there you have it. The mystery of death finally revealed. Which brings us to my story:
Everybody dies. That's just the way it is. The life clock ticks at the same speed for everyone. And when it does, we're only going to have time to say......
I'm told I'm not supposed to argue or question, or even try to understand. I'm told it a lot these days, ever since my life was snuffed out,
hundred years ago,...and I joined the ranks of the undead. and became a grim reaper. Since than every morning we meet at the crack of dawn, somewhere on a faraway shore, where we would review the list which says who's to die, when and where, which we write out on a Post-itand then passes on to all the grim reapers. We all say that you don't mess around with fate. People die when they are meant to die. You cannot intervene in any way. When life is done, it's done. We, the undead, are meant to exist on the fringe of the living world. We can move freely among the living to do our job.
My name is Akah.
I've been dead for almost three hundred years. That came just when I got used to the way things were in life, or in my case, death...
I take souls for a living.
My division is External Influence: murders, natural disasters,accidents, et cetera. And I do mean et cetera. I’m sure you don’t wanna know about that...
Oh! That ugly guy?
He's a graveling. They set things in motion....and once things start moving, your life is over dude! Some time you’ll think it would hurt more, but it doesn't. Not at all. Well, that's the cause: I took your soul before you died. Than you can go into to the light, or whatever…
Death is full of surprises, huh? You have no idea.Personally? I love morning reaps, accomplishing so muchwhen everyone else is still in bed,...and I still have the wholeday ahead of me. Reapers are assigned an unspecified allotment of souls to collect. You don't know how many souls until you grab the last one, and then you move on. Moving on, much like death, has its own timetable. You don't know when it's going to happen until it happens. In the space-time continuum, everything changes. Even for us those changes can be welcomed or feared, and the only thing you can count on at the end, is the change it self. That's me,...and that's how the living world sees me:
More shady than sketchy. ... Did I say that out loud? I was never a defender of following the rules. Rule breakers were usually considered kind of cool.
And I wanted to be cool, so I broke a lot of rules with this one!...and if I got caught, I got punished. No big deal!
In death, the rules are unclear. And if you break them, the consequences are dark. As a reaper, we are supposed to take souls and lead them to their lights, but what if we don't? ...
We aren't supposed to interfere with the living world, but what if we do?
What are the consequences of breaking rules?
Who knows, until someone breaks them?
So many possibilities, so little time.
...jut think about it
N. A. those pictures are not more than some uninspired artistically representation of the reality.
