A/N: I'm going from what I suppose is the oldest reaper to the youngest. (Though I like the thought of Undertaker being the very first and perhaps even original Death but I'll leave that idea behind in this 'story?' XD)
He'd always been fascinated with death. As a kid he grew up near a cemetary where he liked to take stroll and look at the names craved on the crosses. The wooden crosses were made hastely and rarely held more than a few years. He often tried to repare them when he found them broken. The graves weren't all that neat either.
When he was old enough he became a servant in a wealthy family. Long generations of his family had served them and he was destined from birth to follow them. He was a quite attractive young man, his white hair was neatly bound in a long ponytail. The children of the Crevan family always liked to hang around him. They liked how he could creep them out. They were great people. That was, until it all went up in flames. His family. Gone. The Crevan family. Gone. Everything was gone. Where was he when the building went up in flames? He was taking a walk in the cemetary. It was his evening off. He should have died right there with them. Instead all he had now was a burned down building and...a knife? The metal glistened in the soft moonlight. The edge of the blade was sharp and clean. It didn't look like it had gone through a fire. Slowly he lifted the small blade up and stared at it with haunted eyes. He had heard the screams from afar. He came running when he saw the smoke. He smelled the fire before it was visible. Yet he hadn't thought twice. He tore the black silken fabric that bound his hair together loose and threw it away. He didn't want this anymore. He wanted nothing but relief. The knife was held in a steady grip. High in the air, the moonlight reflected from the sharp blade into light grey-ish blue eyes. The knife was the last thing he saw as a mortal man. "Primitus." He whispered when he next opened his eyes. Blurred vision. Golden green eyes. Something was off..
Why did his throat hurt so much?
"Primitus? That is your name?" A deep voice asked from his left. "I am Anderson and happy that I'm not alone anymore." Anderson said in obvious relief.
A/N: 'Primitus' means "The first" and "in the beginning" also, I just might write a sequel to this chapter in another fanfic, not sure though XP
Chapter two: William T. Spears
His hope had extinguished like a dying candle in the wind. There. William Spears looking up to the biggest tree in the entire forest.
A loop that formed a beautiful circle of death.