The past
By Seth
It was a gloomy, rainy day in London. Everyone with half a brain was hiding inside, waiting for the worst of the rain to pass. Occasionally a lightning bolt would light up the sky above the town and a shiver would run through everyone looking out. In short, it was the perfect day for something awful to happen.
Undertaker stared out of his shop's window and sighed. Nothing awful had happened all day; apparently all murderers had gotten tired of the cliche that murder had to be done on a rainy day and were now waiting for the sun to return, leaving Undertaker without anything to do.
With another weary sigh, Undertaker turned away from the window and sat down on the polished black lid of a wooden coffin. He had been working in London for years now, and he found that he rather liked what he did nowadays. Sometimes, however, he couldn't help but think back to the times when he had been the best of all Shinigami...
It had been gloomy and wet on that day as well, the day when he took the soul of Robin Hood to Heaven. There had been an epic battle in Sherwood forest between the band of outlaws and the sheriff's men, and for once, the outlaws lost. They were surrounded, hopelessly outnumbered, but they fought like lions. They managed to kill half of the sheriff's men while their leader fought the man himself.
Undertaker watched the battle rage up and down the forest path. He had been assigned to this mission because the judging of Robin Hood's soul would be a hard task to accomplish. The man had murdered and plundered more than anyone before, yet he had given all his loot away. All his killing had been done in defence of himself or others. This made it a very difficult decision indeed.
When the blow fell that killed Robin Hood once and for all, Undertaker got up from his branch and strolled casually down the path. "Robin Hood, I have come to take you away to the land of the dead." He announced. "Your soul will be judged by me."
The dying man could only nod; then his eyes rolled back into his head as his life flashed before his eyes. Undertaker watched the entire cinematic record and sighed. The man had done a lot of evil, to be sure, but it was always for a greater cause, as the rumours said. With a wave of his hand he sealed the fate of the unlucky man. Robin Hood's soul was sent to heaven.
Undertaker smirked at the memory. That had been an interesting life to watch.
He enjoyed seeing what the people he sent to their final resting place had done; it made him feel special. After all, he was the only one other than that person who had seen every little detail of their life; every little moment of doubt, every decision, every misstep.
He also recalled very well the life of Marie Antoinette, one of the souls he had condemned to hell. She had begged him not to, indirectly; all of her life she had prayed for a place in heaven, but Undertaker showed her no mercy.
He was roughly shaken from this train of thought by the bell on his shop door which rang loudly as the door was thrown open. Undertaker smirked and got up from the coffin as a dead body was carried into his shop. Looks like some murderers still paid attention to their classics after all...
-The end-