A/N: Hello all, as you noticed I changed my username. Sorry if this confuses any of y'all. Also, I know I have another story I should be working on but I caught the muse for this one and It wont leave me alone. Enjoy!

The life of a Shinigami, they are faces of death itself. They have lived for thousands of years, old as time itself, but few know their story. The tale of the Shinigamis, indeed a different one, indeed a mighty one, indeed a sad one, but an amazing one no matter how sad or long it is, it's a true legend. They are known by many names, Death, Grim, Grim Reapers, Reapers, Death Spirit, Shinigamis, and much more. Many fear them, but there truly isn't reason… Death comes for us all, right? And then end, we go to Heaven or Hell perhaps? For most, this is indeed true. But not for the Shimigamis, and this is their story, from life to what they thought was death. All of them were once human, long ago… Well, all but one. The original himself, The Grim Reaper. The classic, the one we see in the black cloak, the long, creepy scythe, not afraid to take a life and enjoyed his job. He is as old as time, made when the world was young and death entered the world. Not many souls to reap, fairly simple job for the man. But like everything, things changed. Drastically, at that. Soon, it became too much for the single Grim Reaper to bear.

"My Lord, Father in Heaven… It is I, the spirit of Death you created long ago, to judge souls and bring life to an end." The cloaked figure said.

"Hello my child, you need something, do you not? Ask and it shall be given."

"The work… It has become too much my Lord, I am the middle ground between Heaven and Hell, I do not serve you nor do I serve the demons below. I wish to make a deal with you."

"A deal?"

"Yes. A deal… As you know, many Angels have been slain in the fights against Demons… Being as how Angels are souls with a body form… And so am I, I believe I have come up with an idea."

"Speak it then." The God said.

"Humans have souls, some of them are beautiful and pure… Some of them feel as if their life shouldn't be over, or it wasn't fair… What if we gave them another chance? Some souls, we see, that become special… That have amazing potential to serve, we give them to female Angels, that way sex isn't just pleasure for Angels… It becomes meaningful."

"Interesting… And how will this help you?"

"There Is a realm for you, a realm for demons, a realm for humans, a realm for the angels outside of the gates of heaven. Allow me, to have one. I can build things, make it suitable… When they come of age, let them choose, a Grim Reaper, or an Angel." The cloaked man stated.

"It is done… Your Realm has been created." God stated, the man leaving. A smile spreading across his face as a smile spread across his lips, running a hand that had long black nails through his snow white hair with a few braids, it went easier than expected. Not that that was a bad thing, of course…

Years passed, things changed. Reapers were made. Of course, when reapers were human they didn't know what the future contained, although many doubted it would contain much.

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"Sir Charles, it is time to get up." A maid stated as she walked to the bed, waking the young man, he was 14 years of age; he was raised in High Society and the only son who had large shoes to fill. He already knew how to dance, play the piano, drive a carriage, work fields, and be a proper gentleman.

"Mmm, what time is it?" He asked, for a male, he had a rather girlish voice.

"It is 5:30 AM, your betrothed is coming over today." The maid said tugging the covers off of the young boy. "Now up, before your father gets mad I don't believe you want any more marks on your back."

"No… I suppose I don't." The boy sat up, his long dark brown hair falling over his back, the maid starting to dress him. "You are dismissed, Martha." He said, he was by far the kindest, gentlest soul in the house.

"Thank you sir, breakfast will be prepared in half an hour." She said bowing as she left, the boy walking to his mirror and looking at himself. He ran a hand down his soft cheek and then through his waist long hair, staring into his own soft green eyes. He looked more female than male. Most boys his age had stubble and had to shave, a deep booming voice and hard eyes. But for some reason, he didn't. He had always been secretly jealous of his sisters, the beautiful dresses and hairstyles women got, while men worked in fields or abused their wives. That was another thing, he felt no attraction to girls what so ever… He wanted to be one, more than anything. He tried to talk to other boys about it, but they called him weird, teased him that it was because he had a small penis, but truth was. It wasn't because of that. He didn't care about that. He felt utterly alone, he had anything he could ever want, sorta… Sure, his father could be pretty abusive, but he had money… That's all that matters, right? He sighed heavily, grabbing his hair brush and combing it through his brown locks, putting his hair up in a ponytail, a few strands falling in his face as always. He walked out to the dining room, with a sigh.

"Good morning, Charles." A man stated.

"Good morning, Sir." He said, sitting down at the table as breakfast was put before him.

"The ball is tonight. Do not screw up and make your betrothed mad, if you do the business with her father is history and it will be your fault, understood?" The man said coldly, Charles nodding with a gulp.

"Y-yes sir, I understand completely." This was going to be a long day and he knew it…

A/N: First chapter done! I hope you guys like it, any guesses on who 'Charles' is? Or the original Grim Reaper? They are both canon characters if that helps! I hope you enjoyed! Please R&R.