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Darkness, surrounding darkness.
The pain flowing through....my body?
Except it's not my body, this can't be me.
My hands are pale, and clawed.
My legs are long and covered in tight black pants and instead of feet, I have bird talons?
I feel a great weight on my back.
Using my clawed hands, I feel..Wings?
Large wings..Pulling one to my face, I can see its black, and it looks torn.
I feel my face, it feels fish scaled..I pull at an edge, sharp pain, something pulls off.
Holding it close to my eye, I see a small silvery scale.
It drops to the floor, so small, no sound erupts.
I put my hands to my chest, that at least feels normal.
Clothes?..I seem to somehow have a stiff black vest on..revealing my chest is also covered in the small silvery scales....
I peer into the darkness, trying to see what should be hidden.
The darkness slowly recedes, the more I try to see, the more I see.
I can make out the landscape, a Grey, desolate, wasteland.
Everything is Grey, and dead.
It's unnatural.
But of course, why should it be natural, when I am not?
Movement...out of the corner of my eye.
Small, but noticeable.
I turn, hoping to see.
I feel shock, but I don't know if it crosses my features.
Of all creatures, why must it be him?
"Welcome, light, to the Shinigami realm, I shall be your teacher. My name is, Ryuk."