Reaper of death
She looked up into the sky, the cold rain mixing with her warm tears. Up on the rooftop, she wondered 'why am I here?'. She felt so horrible, and yet the rain still fell. 'It's my job that I was destined to do' Her hair fell into her eyes, blocking out the already dark daylight. She pushed it back fiercely behind her ear, their sharp points showing through.
Getting up, she stretched, unfurling her shredded wings as she did so. She was millions of years old, and yet she had never fallen in love in. It was okay though, she didn't feel anything anyways. Except the feeling of self-loathing. Chanting some words, a black scroll with gold ink appeared. As it popped up, she heard the quote of the scroll, which always reflected who the next person that she had to "pick up" was that day.
"Ashes, ashes, we all fall down"
She nodded, confirming that she knew whom it was, and with a flick of her wrist, the scroll was gone, and she was up in the air, flapping silently. From the ground, she would look like an angel. Nobody would guess that death was coming.
She landed softly on the ground, her tears floated away, and the mask of death replaced it. She had landed on the playground of a school that had just experienced mass murder. She silently prayed to the ground where death had occurred, in hopes it wouldn't be too scared. Her long hair twisted into a messy bun, her soft grey dress was covered with hard, black cloak. Finally, her hidden wings were revealed, and the damage that had occurred millenniums earlier was in full view. Her wings jolted out of her back, like a bone had broken through someones skin. They were the most beautiful Ivory, which was ironic considering her job.
The last piece that missing in her ansamble flashed into view, right as she swung down over the body's. White wisps floated up to her, laughing as if they weren't dead. To each one, she would whisper their favorite rhyme;
"Ring around the rosy
Pocket full of poises
Ashes, Ashes, we all fall down"