In the ruins of GrimmFall, in the dark and cold everlasting nights with uncommon blazes of red and quaking thunder, was the corpse of an everyman.
This everyman's corpse was strung on the downed or crashed powerlines, exposed wire with unconnected electrics. Large section of necrosis ridden meat hung like organic cloths, exposing the internal organs and plagued bones, hanging over a massive pool of Absolation.
A dove-sized Nevermore landed on his throat, it's claws dig into the green rotting skin while it's head tilted curiously. It digs it's beak into a gash on the neck, while steadily pulling as the gash widens before a slab of flesh pulls off in it's beak.
The small Nevermore flies off with a claw severs another powerline.
Suddenly, more lines break as a gargantuan aircraft on a building shifted with metallic screeches as it fell into the side of another building, a back panel cracks open as hundreds of crates of Green and Purple Dust spill out, falling to the massive Absolation pool.
The crates burst open with the Green and Purple Dust raining down like snow into the pool, the everyman's body falls while being retangled in more powerlines. The purple and green dust crystals fall by the millions as the pool eats more and more dust with it boiling with energy.
In a flash, the pool blazes with green and purple lightning. The streaks slice through the buildings as they arc, giving light long lost in the destroyed world.
The streaks break the wires, making the everyman's body fall head first into a slab of stone in the pools before tumbling over and falling in the pool, with only the rotted right arm left unsubmerged.
Green and Purple energy surges the arm as it seizes. The pool of Absolation boiled, as the remaining dust crystals submerge into the pool. The lightning recedes as the hand falls back onto the stone slab.
Suddenly, small tendrils crawl up the arm, entering the wounds and the stripped away sections, coating it in a liquid blackness. The uncovered parts begin twitching, jerking, spasming.
As the hand coats entirely, the liquid hardens. A shell of bone spikes and black flesh form as the arm sinks into the pool.
Hours or days later, a humanoid emerges from the pool, staggering and twitching.
It looked horrific. A lean black androgynous human with red pronounced veins, some small spikes of bone, patches pale skin like third-degree burns and keloid scars. It's head had virulent red eyes and a mouth of razor-like teeth.
It was now a Reaper.
It let out a horrific wail as it trudged through the darkness, blindly and unfocused.
Suddenly, the darkness lifted. Lines drawn and paths made, it sees the perpetual lightless days as mere overcast clouds. The Parkinson's-like twitching fades and the staggering limb in it's legs reset. It tests the left leg before continuing it's trek in the endless black.
It trekked through ruined towns nearby littered with an malaise of hopelessness and dread, crumbled bricks, bent steel, and splintered wood, haphazardly used as makeshift barriers tied with barbed wire.
The dark substance he steps in, putty-like and concerningly benign.
Each crushed and gutted building angled paralleled in vertical sways, as if cowering from an uncouth, unseen force unfamiliar to this planet.
A crash. He turns around startled, nothing happened for a few seconds. He slowly pulls out his repeater and slowly reloads it, a prudent scrapping down the end of the halls, guttural moaning echoed through the dark sulfated air.
The Reaper slowly paced backwards lethargically, it's eyes darting across the field of it's sight patently.
Hard, strong, and deep footsteps slowly invaded it's ears, it scrambles under an empty porch using a large stab of wood to cover the opening.
The footsteps grew in sound and pace, closer and faster. The incessant beating on solid ground hammering through it's ears. The footsteps growing louder and louder, sometimes pausing, changing pace or direction, but still growing louder.
It stops.
The Reaper has the courage to attempt to peer outwards from under the porch and large slab of wood. Methodically breathing as it's eyes lay on the culprit of the footsteps.
It was a Fallen in the form of a Grimm. Or more accurately, a Fallen in the form of a spider Grimm the size of a house.
The body's frame was muscular yet liquescent, it's bramble-like fur swaying, floating, deforming, and reforming as if like liquid blades of grass, each joint an orb of crystalline scarlet, each leg tipped with a curved, jagged, and shrapnel-like blade. The head and thorax coated in ceramic plates, hard as metal yet white as porcelain. The head sporting 6 eyes of radiant crimson, a wide maw-like grin of porcelain fangs, lastly with two pair of tusk-like mandibles sat on the edges of the mouth.
The Reaper waited in it's crouched position while it's darting eyes scan the scouring arachnid. The two sat in silence with an eminent tension building, the arachnid's liquescent fur brushed through the toxic waste-ridden wind and the Reaper's eager yet cautious posture held in under the ruined house.
Then it broke.
A thick thread of purple webbing speared at the Reaper, whom dodged and landed on a pillar of wood balancing on one foot. The spider fired another thread as the Reaper leaped off the pillar, it's legs now resembling grasshoppers as it leaps from spot to spot as the spider kept shooting silk threads.
The Reaper leaps straight into the air, then it's claws extended to absurd lengths, impaling the side of it's enemy's thorax. The Spider screeches in pain as the claws retract, the wounds then sealed as it leaped to a further spot.
Crouching on the ground, the Reaper sprinted as it grabs a pair of Uzis from a random skeleton and opened fire at the eyes of the spider. The gigantic arachnid's shell barely stopped the bullets while it continued firing threads of silk as the Reaper kept dodging.
One thread of silk tags the Reaper's arm, the spider then yanks the thread slamming it into the ground. The Reaper shakes it off but the thread was still latched on it's arm, even as it pulled on the thread and fired on the spider whom pulled in the opposite ways.
Suddenly, the skin on it's arm shed akin to removal of a glove, simultaneously taking the gun in it's hand.
It stared at it's hand white, deflated, and soft as the wet skin, dried, inflated, and darkened. Just in the moment as another thread struck it's torso, only for the skin on said torso to peel off and new skin grew in instantly.
The Reaper dodged the latest tread and fired the Uzi at the spider, then it ran out of bullets. The spider fired another thread, the Reaper dodged again, only for it to body slam the humanoid creature into a web on another house.
The Reaper struggled and roared against the webs as the arachnid Grimm fired more threads that cocooned the rest of it's skin so it could nott shed. The spider Grimm approached the web, fangs ready and dripping with venom.
Suddenly, the webs calcified and broke apart, revealed the Reaper had changed once more. It now possessed a black plate-like carapace with needle-like spines, serrated claws and fangs, and normal legs.
The spider Grimm instantaneously began firing more threads but the Reaper simply evaded and slashed them apart with it's claws.
Screeching in fury, the Reaper fired all the spines from it's shell, hitting the spider in various places as it screeched in pain. Suddenly, the spikes grew to pillar sizes while emitting an orange luminescence.
The spider Grimm screeched in momentless fear as the spines detonated, decimating the street they resided on with the humanoid barely escaping the vicinity of the blast.
Seeing the life it now claimed, the Reaper roared in victory.
The sound bellowing through the dry ocean of blackness in tandems with blazing wind and clouds of ash, the Spider Grimm's fragments reassembling to human form and escaping while it's presence to the Reaper was unnoticed.
Grimm Database:
*NEW GRIMM DISCOVERED*
Name: Reapers
Species: Humanoid
Threat: Omega
Abilities: Reapers physically adapt to any situation or whatever harms them, either becoming highly resistant or completely immune to their current obstacle or their opponent's abilities and skills. They also develop countermeasures and defenses while facing opponents. Lastly, they have the ability to regenerate from any injury even if they are reduced to mulch.
A/N: This is my first time writing an action scene for GrimmFall. Tell me what you like.