A/N: Okay, folks, it is time for chapter two!
I do not own Kung Fu Panda or it's characters
ToppleTheStrange owns Hang Bird
I own all the upcoming OCs in this chapter
Chapter One: A Freak WITH A Heart
Death...the act of dying...the end of life...the total and permanent cessation of all vital functions of an organism...numbers cannot even begin to describe how many times I heard that word.
When death befalls a person, it is commonly believed that the person would ascend to the afterlife, either being blessed and going to heaven...or being damned to hell...but that is only half true...not all people share those two fates...I'm one of those people...
In a location undisclosed, blanketed by the moonlight, lied what seemed to be a monastery, surrounded by many of the giant mountains, threatening to swallow the place whole. The monastery was not a small one, as the building itself was big, about three-stories, looking like some sort of a cathedral, proven by the pale blue-stained glasses. The said building is surrounded by what seem to be a giant courtyard and assortments of houses and such. (If you guys are having trouble imagining this, think of the Soul Society in Bleach)
But what was more complexing in this peculiar place was the denizens, as people clad in silver armor, their upper body shrouded in black cloth and their faces covered by a black hood, walking around and doing seemingly normal tasks. On each of their hands, there was an odd insignia, a image of a black skeleton-like dragon, covered in black flames...
You see...when some of us die, our body...our soul in particular, still remains here on Earth...and then we are branded with this mark on our hand and sent to this place...a place known as..Mayfil, a place for souls that are bound to this world.
Odd name, I know but hey, I did not find the place. When the souls are sent here, we are greeted by this order known as 'The Darksiders', beings chosed by the gods themselves to help lead us lost souls to become what you mortals know as...The Grim Reaper...or Reaper for short.
Yeah, I know what you are thinking. Some bony-ass skeleton shrouded in a black coat, wielding a long-handle scythe. Let me tell you one thing, that description does not even come close to what a Reaper truly is.
We still have our flesh and organs with us...in fact, dead would be the last thing that we are...The Darksiders explained that the gods had chosen to give us selected individuals a second chance at life, and in return, an eternity of servitude as a Reaper, to collect souls of the wicked or those faced with death.
In the midst of the group of houses, there lied a statue of a giant cloaked figure wielding a giant stone scythe. It did not say on the statue whom it was to represent, but it did not matter, for what was truly interesting was the crow that was perched atop it, standing atop his scythe, his expression solemn.
I should probably introduce myself. My name is Hang Bird...at least, that is what they call me. When we were first accepted into Mayfil, the first thing they did is assign us a new name. I guess it was to compensate for the fact that...we have no recollection of who we were. The moment we were resurrected...our minds become a complete blank. Even I don't remember who I was...all I remember is my name...my actual name...
What is it? It doesn't matter...what's the point of a name if you have no memories to associate with it? Nothing. That is what I told myself every day for the last ten years. Three thousand seven hundred and three days and counting, I had lived again as a Grim Reaper, the scourge of the mortal world. feared and hated by many.
The crow let out a deep sigh, as he looked at the moon and the stars, taking in the beauty of the night sky...but his stargazing is interrupted by the silent wind blowing, as one of the many cloaked Reapers stepped out of the dark void he had used previously, looking up to the crow.
"Master Hang Bird, The Lord Of Shadows requests your presence at the Twilight Cathedral. Do not forget to bring Master Black along with you." The Reaper said formally, and as soon as he arrived, he had vanished once more into the void.
Hang Bird only groaned silently, as he leapt off the top of the statue, and with two flips, he landed on the ground with the grace of a swan, and returned his scythe to it's void, as he began to dash his way through the town.
Being a Grim Reaper isn't all bad, though...I mean, first off, you are immortal, incapable of dying. Getting 'killed' still hurts like hell, as you saw with that one prick's stunt with the crossbow.
The crow darted through town, looking left and right as if he was looking for someone, taking a quick right. However, the way he took was a wrong turn, as it lead to a dead end in a form of a tall wall...this did not faze the crow however, as he held out his left wing.
"Umbris Clawillusio!"
His wing was shrouded in a blue wisp, as a mirage-like claw reached out and gripped the top of the wall, and soon as he was within jumping distance, he flung himself over the wall, doing an aerial somersault as he landed on the other side. Hang Bird only gave a cocky chuckle...
The second perk in being a Reaper is being gifted with the power of the shadows. It varies between Reapers as to what kind of powers they yield...but no matter what the power was...it gave us a sense of superiority, an heightened sense of invincibility (if not the immortality gave us that already).
Hang Bird kept on running through the town, up till he came to a stop in front of one of the many houses. He walked up to the door and with his fist, he pounded it a couple times, careful enough to not accidentally smash through it (which was quite possible for him). In a matter of seconds, the door opened up, and Hang Bird was caught slightly off guard.
The one that answered the door was a member of the vixen family, an arctic fox if you will, about the same height as Hang Bird, and similar weight too. He had ice blue eyes and black markings above and below his eyes (Similar to Axel's from Kingdom Hearts), and was currently wearing black shorts and a seemingly annoyed face.
But that was not what caught him off guard. What caught him off guard were the two orange female foxes, completely in the nude, that were rubbing their lithe body along the white fox's body while the male had his arms on their backs, while the females trailed kisses down his chest and abdomen.
"Can I help you, Hang Bird?" The vixen asked in an annoyed voice.
This kid here is Black. I know, a rather odd name for a fox that is white. He had been a Reaper here for eight years, two years after I became one. Unlike me, he is a total slacker. Don't get me wrong, he is very adept in battle and have great dark powers...and he would be a excellent Reaper if his mind was stuck on three things: sleeping, eating, and sex.
Speaking of sex, you noticed those two very hot vixens? Yeah, you may think that Black must be very good with the ladies...but the thing is...these women are not normal.
They are what the mortals call succubus, female demons that enjoys fucking (or being fucked) males just to feed their endless sex drive and to feast on their souls when the males are at their weakest. These succubus however are what you say are 'domesticated'...in other words, the Darksiders wiped their mind and took their will and made them into mindless whores that only lived to being mounted by some horny male and nothing more. It is rather demeaning...but the sex, I hear, is really good.
"Black. The boss is calling us in for a meeting." Hang Bird replied, ignoring the lusty females that were almost all over the white fox.
"Oh, again?" Black whined, letting out a groan, "Didn't we just have a meeting two days ago?"
"Quit your bitching, Black. You know the code of The Reapers." The crow growled.
"Yeah, yeah, 'To serve the Lord of Shadows', I only say it about five times a day." Black spat, his left hand reaching down to squeeze one of the female's hindquarters, earning him a squeak.
"Just make yourself decent, Black." Hang Bird ordered, "He will have your neck if you are late again."
"Alright..." Black muttered, as he held out his right paw and pointed inside, "Umbris Telekinecto!" His eyes flickered red, and in a flash, a black long jacket and a pair of slacks were levitated towards him, and with a nod, the black long jacket fell upon his shoulder, the two sides held loosely together by a string (Think of Dante's outfit in Devil May Cry 3), and the slacks went up to his waist by itself via the power.
Then he gave his two females pats on the rear, "Sorry, ladies, daddy has to go to work again. Why don't you two warm yourself up for me till I get back." The two females, being in a slave-driven mind, only giggled as they slipped inside the house.
"My gods, you are such a pig sometimes." Hang Bird growled as he started to walk away towards the catherdral.
"Hey, at least I am making use of them succubus!" Black defended as he followed him, "Look at you, you must had earn the right to keep a harem of them, yet you don't use any of them!"
"Because, Black, I am not a sex-hungry deviant that only think with his dick all the time." Hang Bird muttered, with a sense of condescension.
"Yeah, says the 'Black Nightmare', the guy who slaughters people for fun! I don't under-"
Yeah, this is how my night usually start out: looking at the night sky as Reapers are incapable of sleep, being called to the Twilight Cathedral for one of them meetings, fetching Black, only to catch him fucking with his succubus concubines, and getting into an argument with him on the way to the meeting. It had became like clockwork.
But despite Black's perverted and slacker-like attitude, he happens to be my closest friend...or simply close, as I do not want to know what goes on in that guy's head. Either way, I find it comforting to have someone you can trust, because when you're living a new life, friends are hard to come by.
Oh, and by the way, The Black Nightmare is the name they gave me in Mayfil, for I happened to be one of the best Reapers when it comes to reaping souls...if you had seen the job I did back at the fortress, you would agree with me.
After a few minutes walking and listening to Black's rants about the crow badmouthing him, the two finally arrived at the steps of the Twilight Cathedral...
"And the fact you shoved a razor spinning shuriken inside a guy's throat is proof that you have a blood-lust problem. Blood-lust is a lot worse than just plain lust, man!" Black finished, waiting for Hang Bird to reply.
"Whatever it is you gotta tell yourself, kid." Hang Bird shrugged, as he walked up the steps.
Black only pouted as he followed him, "You know, I hate it when you say that. You sound like you are giving me a win, but you don't mean it!"
"Look, Black. I would like to continue this 'pointless' chat and all, but I have to do something first." Hang Bird said, as the two entered the catherdral.
The two Reapers walked into the first room of the cathedral, which was a giant, wide hall, lit by the moonlight that flickered through the blue-stained windows, with pillars and statues placed strategically around the room and in the middle of the room, was what seemed to be a glass-panned circle, engraved with unique markings. Oddly enough, there was no one except them within this room, as silence graced their ears.
"Aye, I do not like this room...it gives me the creep." Black shivered.
"For Pete's sake, Black, you had been to this room every night ever since you first became a Reaper. You should be quite used to this place by now." Hang Bird said matter-of-factually as they continued their way inwards towards the circle.
"Doesn't make this place any less creepier." The arctic fox replied as he looked around.
"Yeah, yeah..." Hang Bird muttered, as the two soon arrived at the circle, "Let's just get this over with." He then grasped his bone necklace and held the bird skull up and whispered, "Umbris Soulterro..." Suddenly, the eyes of the bird skull began to glow blue and as a familiar wisp began to emanate from the necklace's 'mouth'.
"Say, isn't that Lord Xue's soul?" Black asked, crossing his arm.
"Yes...the fucker gave me a bit of trouble, but it ended all the same." Hang Bird smirked, as the long white trail of the wisp traveled to the center of the circle, bunching up into a orb, glowing a faint light...and with a nod of the beak from the crow, the wisp immediately went downwards into the circle. Instantly, a brilliant light burst through the glass of the circle, revealing below the surface, a whirlpool of wisps much like the one that just joined it, as dying screams and yells of people permeated throughout the room.
Black only grimaced as he covered his ears, not enjoying the sounds while Hang Bird gave a minor scoff. Fortunately for Black, the sounds did not last, for as soon as the sounds had begun, it had immediately silenced, along with the shining light that came with it, leaving the circle the way it was when the two Reapers first entered.
"Shit. I hate the Well of Souls." Black growled.
The Well of Souls...that is what you had just witnessed. You see, when men and women alike perish...some of their souls become lost on their way to the afterlife, and when they are lost, they are sucked into this glass-topped prison, spending forever and a day in there. To some people, it may seem like an unfair gamble for those who were good in life...but for most of the souls we have here...they belong here.
You see, as Reapers, we are not just tasked with harvesting souls from those who had passed away due to illnesses and age...we are also given the duty of taking souls away from those who deserve to die. The Black Yamis themselves are an excellent example. Cruel, evil, and very unusual, the Yamis had caused problems for the mortal world, and it wasn't before long that they have someone clean house with them...which is none other than me.
When Reapers kill a mortal ninety percent of the time, their poor evil souls are immediately expelled into the Well...but for the meager ten percent, like our dear friend Xue, whose souls are twisted beyond all reason...they take a 'little persuasion'. Thus forcing us to use our signature Reaper power, The Soul Expulsion, the ability to harvest one's soul directly and infuse it with our body for the time being, and then returning it to the Well of Souls. It is rather disturbing, but after the first three months of doing it, you get used to it.
Hang Bird, seeing his 'soul depositing' was done, held up his left wing and immediately, a void was opened. He looked back to Black and gave a gesture with his head, "Come on, let's get this meeting over with."
Black gave a shrug as the two went into the void, disappearing into nothingness once again...
Elsewhere, in the higher reaches of the cathedral, there lied a circular chamber, barely lit by torches and the light that shined through the giant window. In the room lied a smaller, circular table, covered in a dark red tablecloth, surrounded by seven chairs, one of them being a bigger one (more like a throne) whose back was to the big window. Seven of the said chairs were occupied by seven different beings, much different from the Reapers that occupied the grounds of Mayfil.
This place is known as the Death's Hollow, the meeting place for the most prestige of Reapers, the Darksiders, as I mentioned before, the original Reapers. However, over time, for some odd reasons, many of them had disappeared over time, and the need for other Reapers to take up the Darksiders mantle become necessary. That is where me and Black fit in...as we are both Darksiders.
Darksiders are considered the strongest amongst Reapers, therefore revered by the weaker Reapers. I had only been a Reaper for a year before they had taken notice of me and made me into one of them, while Black was apparently ordained as a Darksider after being a Reaper for three. Many Reapers see being a Darksider as a blessing...I, for one, fail to see the greatness of it.
They only sat in silence, as if they were waiting for something or someone to come along..and they wouldn't have to wait long, as two voids opened up above the two remaining chairs, as Hang Bird dropped out of one of those voids, landing onto his chair softly and upright...while Black simply fell into his chair quite the opposite, landing sideways with a 'oof'.
A few of the other beings gave a chuckle, while Hang Bird only rolled his eyes. It was apparent that the fox never stuck the landing when it came to meetings.
"Ah, Hang Bird, Black, so nice of you to join us...and on time for once." The being perched in the biggest throne of the room said. The being in particular was a barn owl, brown feathers with a white face, scarred on his right eye, and a white underbelly, donning golden eyes, and wearing a long black coat, a white tunic, his chest feathers slightly exposed, and black slacks. His brown feathers were dotted with gray, signifying his old age, "Now that you are here...we can now bring this meeting to order."
Meet Gabriel Umbris Xiasayius...also known as the Lord of Shadows, current leader of Mayfil, and the remaining Reaper of the original Darksiders. He was one of the first Reapers that found Mayfil, and is currently the oldest Reaper among us. Do not let his old age fool you, he is not a man to toy with. He is trained in all the dark arts, and could easily overpower a hundred Reapers with just a flick of his wing...so they say. But outside of battle, he is just a grouch that looks like someone shoved a pole up his ass.
Black adjusted himself to his seat, giving a huff of annoyance. Gabriel cleared his throat as he continued, "Now, onto business. First off, I would like to commend Hang Bird for his successful reaping of the Black Yamis. I pray that you weren't too hard on them?" The owl asked, although his concern was rather false.
Hang Bird smirked as he crossed his wings, "Course not. Grounded them all into powder. Xue tried to kill me...but you should all know how that ended." A few of the other Darksiders gave a chuckle.
"Indeed...but according to resources...you didn't get them all."
Hang Bird and the others looked at the Reaper that was positioned in the chair to Gabriel's left, a gray wolf with dark gray fur with a light gray fur underbelly that ran up to his lower muzzle and had red eyes. He wore a dark red jacket, with a vest of a similar shade along with black slacks. He had his left hand rested atop a hilt of a decently-sized sword, about as big as Hang Bird's scythe.
"Excuse me?" The crow asked incredulously.
"You heard me...weren't there those three little whores that Xue had imprisoned? You let them lived..."
This asshole here...is Deimos Grimm, Gabriel's second in command, not to mention a giant ass-kisser. A particular favorite of Gabriel, he makes it a habit to let everyone know who Gabriel preferred, and even go on to rub in the weaker Reapers' face as to who was a Darksider. He is also a sex-hungry pig like Black...except worse...much worse. Yeah, you may say that he and I don't see eye to eye...or go in the same room together. Did I mention that he is a psycho?
"For your information, Deimos, they were slaves to Lord Xue. They were forced to perform sexual favors for the bastard. They were not at fault for their involvement with the Yamis, and I only granted them their freedom." Hang Bird defended.
"Yes, but in the progress, you were seen by them just before you left." Deimos shot back, "In your true Reaper form."
Ah yes, our true Reaper form...it is nothing special really. When we become Reapers, we are gifted with a pair of black wings, symbolism of the Grim Reaper's title as the Angel of Death. They only revealed themselves when we want them to or when we are performing the Soul Expulsion.
"In my defense, no one believed the girls when they told the others. They said they saw a 'crow with four wings'. I was fine." Hang Bird rebutted.
"No. You were lucky." A Darksider that was seated to the right of Gabriel corrected. a black panther with an eye patch over his right eye, which was scarred, and a red left eye. He wore what seemed to look like an old imperial soldier uniform, with a red bandana.
Caius Alder, the other right-hand man of Gabriel. Fortunately, he is not as much of a dick compared to Deimos...but instead, he is rather...what's the word, dark? He is very pessimistic and a douche at time. He is a acclaimed sharpshooter, as according to him, he was a soldier in his past life...although others don't seem to believe him. Also a psycho.
"Give Hang a break, Caius!" Black defended, joining in on the argument, "No one think Reapers exist, end of story! If you ask me, I find it rather stupid that we have to hide here in Mayfil."
The room immediately went silent when Black said those last words, as Gabriel eyed Black with a vicious glare. It was not uncommon that Black would say something that would piss everyone off, but when Black gets on the topic of why they must hide away from the public, it angers the Lord of Shadows and the other Reapers to no end.
"Black...how many times must we repeat this pointless drabble? You know why we cannnot be one with the mortals!" Gabriel barked.
"Yes, if they knew who we were, we would be hunted." Caius added.
"So what?" The fox rebutted, "We are Reapers gifted with supernatural powers. If someone tried to kill us, we could easily destroy them without blinking!"
"You wrong. Fox make job harder."
Black only growled as he eyed the Reaper between him and Caius, which was a bull, much bigger than him...in fact, he was the biggest in the room. He wore a complete suit of heavy metallic armor, colored in a shade of dark gray, and wearing a helm that covered his entire face, breathing through the minor slits that was located around the mouth, and upon the forehead of the helm, was a X-shaped emblem. The only way you could tell that he was a bull was through the big horns that were sticking out of the helm.
"We no kill mortals. It break code."
"What?!" Black groaned, as he then turned to face the other Reaper that was between Hang Bird and Deimos. It was yet another bull, like the one next to him, except his horns were smaller and the emblem on his helm was more of a +-shape. Everything else was the same.
The two look-alikes on the opposite sides are Goliath and Achilles Hellstrom, twin brothers, and possibly the biggest Reapers there ever were. I know it is hard to tell the difference between the two, but it is quite simple: X-shape emblem, big horns is Goliath, +-shape, little horns's Achilles. As you may expect, they are strong, definition of tempered warriors. But they are dumb as...correction, dumber than rocks. Did I mention that they too are psychos?
"Achilles's right, Black. We should not risk our livelihood just to fulfill your attention whore tendencies!" Caius argued.
"Attention whore?! Well, damn me for not wanting to hide away like a bunch of disease-ridden rats!" Black snarled, "Aren't we mortals like them?"
"WE ARE NOT MORTALS!" Deimos screamed, shocking everyone, "WE ARE MORE THAN THOSE PATHETIC BEINGS WILL EVER BE!"
"Get the hell off your high horse, Deimos!" Hang Bird joined in, "You forget that you were once one before you died. In fact, we all were!"
"Yeah...except one of us held onto his weak-mortal beliefs!" Deimos spat back.
"What is that suppose to mean?!" The crow snarled, nearly getting out of his seat.
"Wolf mean you have heart. Weak organ." Goliath answered for him, causing Hang Bird's glare to darken.
"Oh, not this again..." Black muttered, slapping his forehad.
*Sigh* The heart...the beating single organ that keeps us living, while giving us the sense of what it is like to be normal. Unfortunately, when one dies and become a Reaper...they lose that...their heart dissipates to nothingness, leaving only a black hollow hole. Without a heart, the Reapers became unbounded by their own emotions, forgetting all feelings they had as a mortal, and become ultimate hunters of the souls, and no one would know the defintion of normalcy...no one...except me.
I still had my heart...beating inside of me. It was one of the greatest mysteries; no Reaper in all their time had ever had a heart before I did. It did not prevent me from becoming a Reaper, no, but...it created some unsavory opinion of me. You see, in Mayfil, Reapers usually don't like being reminded of their past life, and they seem to be better off without a heart...but when they see me...they loath me. I am hated by Reapers all around me, even my fellow Darksiders look down on me...the only one that didn't hate me was Black...although people don't like him either. It sucks...but what can you do?
"Whether I have a heart or not doesn't change the fact that I am a Reaper!" Hang Bird yelled, slamming his wings down on the table.
"Oh please, you may have our wings...but you will never be one of us..." Deimos chuckled menacingly, prompting Hang Bird to growl in anger as he was about to yell at him, but Black beat him to it.
"Oh fuck you, Deimos!" Black screamed.
"FUCK YOU!" Deimos retaliated, snarling at Black.
"FUCK YOU!" Black spat back.
"FUCK YOU!" Caius joined in.
"FUCK YOU TOO!" Black roared at him.
"ENOUGH!" Gabriel bellowed, slamming his wings down on the table, "We had strayed far from topic! Let's drop all this nonsense about hearts and hiding away, it solves and changes nothing!"
Black gave a scoff as he sat back down, along with Deimos and Caius, as Hang Bird himself glared at the two.
"Now, back onto the previous discussion, Hang Bird, excellent work on your Reaping...but be more vigilant next time." Gabriel stated, earning a scoff from the crow. "To continue the meeting...well, we have a big night tonight. You are all aware of the Skull Raptors in the Xu Jiong district, right?"
"You mean Black Yamis' equal in crime?" Black asked incredulously.
"Yes." Gabriel nodded, "Well, there is a large gathering of them tonight, and given their strong presence of darkness...that's a lot of souls to be reaped..."
"Well, bring it on then!" Black stood up, "Hang Bird and I can make quick work of them!"
"Don't you just mean Hang Bird?" Deimos smarmed, "Unlike our 'heart-beating' feathered friend, you usually sit on your ass while he does all the work."
"Why you mangy..." The fox growled before Gabriel interrupted,
"Black. As much as I admire your sickly sense of enthusiasm, I'm afraid Caius and the Hellstrom brothers shall be doing the reaping tonight." Black drooped in disappointment, while Hang Bird only sighed in relief (he was in no mood to do mass-murders two nights in a row). "However, I do have a special job for the two of you."
"Special job?" Hang Bird asked, "When do you have special jobs for us?"
Gabriel ignored Hang Bird's quip as he continued, "Tonight, I shall be dispatching you two to a small town within the Gongmen Province. There you will be looking for your target." The owl flicks his right wing, as a piece of parchment appear in a flame in front of Hang Bird.
The crow took the parchment in hand and looked at it, "This is the target?"
"Yes, hopefully it will not be much trouble for a Reaper of your caliber." Gabriel explained.
Black leaned over to Hang Bird to look at the parchment, and immediately frowned, "A kid? You are sending us after...a kid?" He asked incredulously, as if this was some sort of sick joke.
"A young teenager to be exact. He is Pawntoe Feng, commonly referred as Pawn. A Peregrine Falcon, hails from the small town of Sasuno." Gabriel explained.
Black looked at him oddly, "But why are you sending us after him?! He doesn't look like a bad kid...nor does he look old."
"Black does have a point, Xiasayius." Hang Bird agreed, "Why do you want the soul of a child?"
"That is none of your concern." Gabriel coldly remarked.
"Excuse me? Do not forget that we are Darksiders as well, Gabriel!" Hang Bird snapped, "I have the right to know why we are wasting our time on a kid!"
"I am your master, Hang Bird. You do as I command! It is best that you remember your place! Now, you two are to find this boy and soul expel his soul...or would you rather spend the next year or so on guard duty?!" The owl growled, seething at his fellow avian, who only returned it with his own. Black, who was sitting next to the crow, only gulped as he placed his hand on his friend's shoulder.
"We understand completely, master..." Black said in a unnaturally happy voice, as he gave a look to the crow which said 'follow me', as the crow continued glaring at the owl but getting up from his seat. "Me and Hang will get right on it!" With that, Black's eyes glowed red as a void opened up, "When we get back, that soul will be good as reaped! So long!" He finished with a nervous chuckle, as he then wrapped his arm around Hang Bird (much to his surprise) and lead him through the void.
The other Darksiders only looked with cold glares as the two disappeared through the void, as they then turned to Gabriel, whose glare still lingered.
"Master...how long do you intend on having that crow around?" Deimos asked.
"Yes, he is starting to get suspicious of these reapings you been tasking him with." Caius agreed.
"Crow must go." Goliath stated.
"Birdie must perish." Achilles chimed in.
"Now, now, my fellow comrades. I know you all loath Hang Bird with a passion...but we cannot act on our hate...not yet at least, not when we are close..." Gabriel explained.
"But sir, do you really think that the bird would actually go through with it?" The wolf questioned.
"I do not know, but Hang Bird, despite his rebellious attitude, is loyal. He will reap that boy's soul..."
"And if he doesn't?" Deimos replied, eyebrow raised.
Gabriel looked to his right-hand man with a grin that you would find only in a horrific nightmare, "Well then...we shall proceed to plan B."
Meanwhile, Hang Bird and Black just arrived out of the cathedral, walking down the steps, as the crow was now fuming. Black tried to keep up with him.
"Hang Bird, are you trying to get yourself killed? Because I am certain Gabriel will find a way to do it." The fox said with concern.
"Come on, Black, when does the Lord have us reap souls of children? Even you must find this a bit strange." Hang Bird spat back, as the two were walking away from the cathedral.
"I do, but who I am to question the fucking Lord of Shadows?" Black defended.
"First off, a guy with guts..." The crow quipped.
"Look, I know it's stupid that we have to do something like this, but he is running the show around here, and we have to do what he said." Black explained, "Even I know that. If he want me to pull a tooth, I would do it. If he wanted me to gouge my eye out, I would do that too. If he wanted me to send a hook through my chest, I would do it. Hell, if he wanted me to put my head in a box of filling water, I would-"
"I get the point, Black. You would jump off a cliff." Hang Bird declared, "But unlike those shit-licking bastards back there, I have a mind of my own..." The crow frowned, "Not to mention...a heart..."
Black gave a sympathetic expression, as they stopped in the middle of the town "Come on, Hang, I know it goes against your 'morals' and all, but things are what they are."
Hang Bird remained silent as he let out a deep sigh, "I guess you are right."
"Course I am." Black smiled, "Now let's get this job over with!"
The crow rolled his eyes at the fox's attitude, as he summoned a void with his wing, and when the two approached it, Hang Bird gave one last gaze to Black and said, "Oh and this time, no fucking the bar maid while I do the work." With that, he walked into the void as Black let out a laugh.
"Ohohoho, fucking the bar maid..." Black chuckled...before he stop suddenly, as he followed him, "What? You're serious?"
And so the two Reapers set off on what would seem like an simple mission...
But little did I know that this mission would change my life...forever.
A/N: Well, what do you guys think? Not so bad if I do say so myself. First off, yes, I based all the Reapers off of Organization XIII, add a bit of Darksiders elements...and I might had looted a concept from the movie RIPD (I know that movie might had suck). And we meet six brand new OCs that I had created. Gabriel Xiasayius is based off an OC I had made for King of 2211's fic 'The Dragon' and Kingdom Hearts Birth By Sleep's Xehanort, Deimos Grimm is based off DMC4's Dante, Caius Alder is based off Braig/Xigbar, the Hellstrom Brothers are based on a mix of Darknuts of Legend of Zelda's Twilight Princess and War from Darksiders, Black was inspired by Kingdom Heart's Axel and DMC3's Dante. And yes, the crow's name is Hang Bird. I hoped you like all the exposition...and I hope I hadn't perturb anyone with the whole succubus sex slave thing. READ AND REVIEW!
Voice Cast For OCs
Hang Bird - Gregg Berger (Jecht from Final Fantasy X)
Black - Quinton Flynn (Axel from Kingdom Heart series)
Gabriel Xiasayius - Leonard Nimoy (Lord Xehanort from Kingdom Hearts series)
Deimos Grimm - Reuben Langdon (Dante from Devil May Cry series (namely DMC4))
Caius Alder - Troy Baker (Snow Villiers from Final Fantasy XIII series)
Goliath & Achilles Hellstrom - Jim Cummings (Tigger from Winnie The Pooh/Many Disney installments)
Artworks are deeply appreciated