Rebel Reaper

<p><strong>Come fly with me. Catchy huh? It works for airlines. Maybe it will work for the dead once I launch my own Reaping business. Except my new tagline will be come die with me.</strong></p><p>Back when my life was simpler I thought all I had to do was hold gateways for the dead to pass through. Silly me I actually enjoyed Reaping. Almost like a drug or fine old whiskey it made me high filled me with delight and left me glowing with the rightness of providing a last bit of compassion.</p><p>Good little Reaper that I am I never examined any of it too deeply just crafted portals exactly as Death trained me. Ha! She neglected to mention I command way more magic than she’d let on in Reaper school.</p><p>Death smiled pretty to my face and then lied to me. Used me.</p><p>Me and all the other Reapers.</p><p>I can’t not Reap. It’s hardwired into me. But I can tell Death I quit.</p><p>Big words. I have no idea if I’ve got the guts to follow through or what Death would do about open insubordination.</p><p>I’ve always liked to live on the wild side though so I guess I’m about to find out.</p>