"Why are you living? Why do I allow your heart to continue to beat?" Danny weakly opened his eye. "Where…where am I." the reaper turned to the young halva, he wished she hadn't. Her skin had become tightly pulled over her bones with a grey hue to it. Her face was once again covered, something the teen was thankful for, the only thing that could be seen under the darkness of the hood were two glowing red orbs. "You are in the Hall of judgement". Danny scanned his surroundings which consisted of a single chair which he was tied to. "doesn't look much like a Hall" The reaper was suddenly in front of him so close he would have been able to feel her breath if she went a ghost. "Don't be a fool! Appearances can be deceiving". He wasn't sure but Danny thought that he saw her eyes narrow with discus. "Whatever… so erm what am I doing here?" she backed away from the white haired teen. "Your visit here is long overdue. I've waited so long for you to finally be ready for… collection" anger bubbled within the halva "Collection! What are you some sick hunter like Skulker! I'm not a prize at the carnival you know! You have no right" he felt the blow but couldn't see it, a deep agonising pain filled his side, he tried to look down but the shadows held his head forcing Danny to look straight at his captor. "No right. No right! I have every right! You were meant to be mine the day you joined the land of the dead, but no! You would not come to me. You stayed on earth. You stayed living a half-life. I could feel your death like a dagger in my back… I want your soul. The soul of the living ghost give it to me. Give it to me now!" pain engulfed the teen. Pain unlike anything he had ever felt before, his chest was being ripped out he was sure of it. Danny tried to stay awake, to fight whatever was ripping in to him. But the pain… it was just too much. He was soon unconscious.
"Give it to me! Where are you hiding it" her shadows were ripping through the boy, searching for their mistress's prize. "Tear him apart if you have too!" she was growing desperate, she must have it she must. For years she had watched the Phantom grow always wondering why on that day she had not done her job. It wasn't until he was announced to be a candidate to be the new ghost king that she realised… he was meant to be hers. After all what is a king without a queen? But he will never be hers, as long as he lives. Soon what's left of his life will be stripped away and they will rule together. "Reaper!" a man's loud booming voice called her. "Go! I do not wish to be disturbed" "Slave!" she shuddered only one man would be brave enough to call her that and not fear for his immortal soul. The reaper turned to face the hunched old man. "Clockwork… what do you want?!" the boy slowly walked over to the hooded ghost. "You know why I'm here" his eyes flickered to the unconscious teen in the chair "You can't do this. He is of both worlds, he has no mortal life source." This information felt like a hole had been ripped in her heart. "So… he will…" Clock work now a man grabbed her by the arms and stared her down. "He will never be yours!"