He was known by the name of his game; Reaper. His name brought only grief and sheer uncontrollable terror to those who opposed him. His record of 60 identified killings, with plenty of unidentified to spare, was unmatched and unreal. He was the bane of Asinis Oras. Living for many years, as the city’s angel of death! Alive and well, despite every creation of doom that was thrown upon him; poison, radiation, maiming, stabbing, drowning, assassination and more. Reaper was invincible, presiding over the terrified prey he so endlessly hunted! As the years passed he became blinded by his rule, convinced that none would dare oppose his power. One mistake that would soon be his downfall, because nothing is immortal and without weakness.
( 6 years later )
His eyes flickered around the room. It was obvious he was scared and yet those same eyes held another look. Guilt. Sweat was trickling down his face, rapid breathing echoed within the walls and a restlessness remained present in the hands and feet.
The guilt of crimes committed, but no remorse. Even waiting for death he accepted fate's decision and resolved to die without self-pity. Memories flooded his mind filling the heart with a dark sense triumph. A single oath remained though, a promise that would be kept even after death. To rain vengeance and bring endless suffering to the girl responsible for this. And her home.