Grimreaper Underworld

Marcus was walking around in the glum streets of the reapers realm. He hadn’t been called to do a job for now, so as a rare occasion he actually had a moment off to himself. He didn’t particularly loved to be in this Reaper world, he thought it could be too gloomy at time. He enjoyed to visit the human world more, or maybe the elf realm. He was not the usual reaper either, instead of taking lives he was actually the one who often spared the life when the reapers were out on their job, so he had gotten a bit of a bad reputation. Which is how he got his name “the life giver”. He sat on a bench outside and looked down at the ground. He wondered if anything could even grow on this sort of ground. He put his hand out and tried to concentrate. Very slowly a small plant moved it’s way up from the dirt. It was tiny, but at least it was something. It was not the underworld for nothing.
 
The room that held Breeth within its walls was just illuminated by candle light for the moment. His private quarters wasn't very large but it was workable. He had a bookcase full of journals that he wrote himself but were poorly written. The words inside these books looked like chicken scratch, but no one ever reads them so what does it matter anyways? Breeth flashed grinned as he skimmed through the a plain leather journal that was dearest to him. It was filled to the brink with his biggest fears....and secrets. Popping the book closed as he stood from his chair. Then with his raven black hair he made his way over to his bed then throwing his journal under it and then place his scarf around his neck. A keep sake of his and he probably wouldn't wear it if it wasn't for the past. So breaking off away from his bed and towards the door of his room and twisted the knob. Then he step out of the room and onto the street of the Underworld.
 
Soft whispers surrounded him as he called another soul to judge. It was his duty, Asch sighed, then sat on an elegant chair at the center of the judgement room. He was staring at the souls, some were glowing with a soft white light—others were painted in black, tainted. But one soul catched his attention more than the others, a soul who was glowing with orange light. Years of being a grim reaper told Asch what the soul was: a deteros. It was a soul that failed to repent.


Asch lifted his hand to the air and a book appeared, he read it aloud, "Jack Maxwell, 40 years old. Guilty for murder and thievery that caused one hundred casualties. Was given second chance by a grim reaper named Markus and you promised to begin anew... failed, of course."


The soul changed form into that resembling human and pleaded for another chance. Asch wouldn't give it to him, of course. But the soul was persistent. Asch heaved a sigh, massaging his head. He snapped his finger, he might as well make other reapers decide for him. He called, "Markus and Breeth."


He waited for them to come.


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Breeth stroked through the the streets heading straight for the judgement building. He had this six sense when he was called to duty. After a plenty amount of walking he arrived and walk through the door of the judgement building and began to hunt down Asch. He found him in his normal spot of work. He walked up next Asch and mumbled out a "here" and then he stood silently waiting.


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Marcus was alerted when his senses told him that he was being summoned, by Asch it seemed. That could only mean one thing. He stood up and made his way to the judgement hall, the flower he had made staying by the side of the bench, almost looking a little too out of place. He could already feel a familiar presence from a soul that he had encountered beforehand, even before he had entered the room.


He smiled when he saw Asch from the back, and without announcing himself he put an arm around his shoulder. "Hey Asch, long time no see," he said cheerfully, then let go and went to stand beside him instead. Then his eyes fell on the soul though, and his expression softened a little. "Jack Maxwell.." he remembered. He often remembered most of the people he judged until they died, sometimes even after that if their story influenced him enough. He glanced over at Asch. "Why is he here?"
 
Asch threw Marcus a little smile at his greeting. He nodded to both of them, acknowledging their presence. Slowly he got up, taking a quick glance at the soul belonging to Jack Maxwell as he could practically feel the soul's anxiety. I bet he will run away if he can, now that Marcus and Breeth are here. He turned to Marcus and sighed, "He's now a deteros." Asch explained, "A few years after he was given another chance to repent, he went back to his old life. His crimes had even grown more sinister, now including human slavery. He asked for another chance."


He shot them a playful grin only them could see. He was stuck here all day while they were free to explore. He'd taken any reason to bring them here. "I think you should decide what to do with him." He looked at Marcus then Breeth "Marcus, especially since you were the one that gave him that second chance. Breeth because I sent you to collect his soul, remember?"
 
Marcus looked at the soul, and let out a sigh. “I thought we had a deal Jack, this case took me so much convincing to get through,” he mumbled and could see that the soul was looking at him with the same pleading way that he had done last time. He ran a hand through his red hair and seemed in conflict for a moment. He had only preached this case because of the promise the man had made to get on a better track. He was obviously not a man of his word though. Sure, Marcus had principles and he valued life highly, but actually what the man did with his life was not as important as the fact that he made a fake deal with him - at least that’s what Marcus weighted higher, since he didn’t want to disturb the human nature too much. Grim things were part of their history.


But! The man had not kept his word to him. That was something that he was not too happy with. He blinked when he realized he had been spaced out for a moment, deep in thought. “Well… how did he die this time?” he asked Asch, maybe there was something to work with there.


He looked over at Breeth. “What do you think?” he asked him.
 
"I could eat his soul...." Saying it in a very serious tone...he was joking but they didn't know that..."He should be sent to hell....if you ask me human slavery seems like a big no no...."He lowered himself down to the ground before laying on it....."He committed the same crimes as before...and to add to that he started slaving humans so guilty I say"
 
Asch watched as the soul shivered but seemed to lighten at Marcus' question. He knew what the soul was feeling, it was . . hope. He gave the soul a pitying look, but should he allow the soul to escape? He quickly found the answer. No, he shouldn't let the soul escape twice. Asch mumbled something but it was too incoherent to be understood. He answered, this time louder. "It isn't important to know how he died, is it?" He gestured his hand towards Breeth "He broke the deal. Looks like Breeth agrees he's guilty."


The line of souls from all races appeared to have grown even longer. Asch averted his gaze, he wondered if there was a war happening outside. It seemed there were many deaths lately. He wasn't sure though. Grim reapers tended to keep to their own territory. Asch focused again on the soul and his fellow reapers
 
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Marcus shook his head a little, since it seemed that his fellow reapers just wanted to get on with it, when he really would have liked to give this further consideration, since he felt kind of responsible for this soul. His eyes settled on it. Jack Maxwell, murderer and slave dealer. He hated when his mortals didn’t listen, he always felt like he had failed in making them appreciate what they had. He crossed his arms and still looked in conflict. “Well… maybe…” he began, but then let out a sigh and mumbled a little unhappily. “Yeah… he did break the deal.”


The soul looked panicking, and Marcus send him a saddened expression. “I’m very sorry, but you should have appreciated your second chance further. I can’t let it slide once more, it’s just not the natural order,” he told him. The soul seemed to go through all negative emotions a human possessed, and Marcus let his arms drop. He was not going to declare him guilty, so he hoped Asch could determine his decision without him having to say it out loud.
 
From the corner of his eye, Asch glanced at reapers around him, his mouth formed a straight line. He was feeling a bit unease. He should be delighted to finally convince Marcus of his point of view. Breeth and him were having trouble because most of the souls they collected had been given another chance to live. But knowing he caused the look on Marcus' face undirectly didn't sit well with him.


Asch massaged his temple, he knew the soul was shouting curses at him. He never revealed what Jack did before dying after all, because it could make Marcus change his decision. Jack tried to save the slaves, but who would guarantee he won't ruin his chance again? However. . Asch sagged his shoulders, walked to Marcus, and whispered the reason. It shouldn't affect Marcus decision, he knew the man hated broken deal the most. The soul appeared to have quieted down. Sometimes, conscience proved to be a pain.


After that he said, "Breeth, take the soul to the fields of punishment."
 
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"Alrighty" He said with a playful salute before jumping at the soul. He gripped the front of the man's tunic. He lifted the cursing man off his feet. "Let's go to hell...Shall we" Then throwing the man over his shoulder. Then he sang Lets go to Hell repeatedly over and over again just to annoy the evil man or the man he assumed was evil. Opening a time portal he travel in to the future by 5 seconds and arrived at the Fields of Punishment still holding the soul. "Well were her have fun in hell sir" Throwing the man off his shoulder into the fields. Then opening another portal that opened up into the future by another five seconds. Reappearing back into the judgement. "Done sir" Saying it as his black hair fell in his face.
 
Marcus was trying to tell himself that it was the right decision, but glanced up at Asch when he came over. At first Marcus just looked confused by the sudden explanation, but then realization dawned to him and his expression changed to a frown. “What?” he asked quietly, and his eyes looked alerted. He hadn’t gotten all the facts, there was still more to consider. How could he have been so rash? His head whipped in the way Breeth was going and he lifted a hand to stop him. “Wait! Hold on!” he called, but the two had already disappeared and a few seconds later Breeth was back through the portal.


Marcus let his hand pull back, running it through his red hair. For a moment he felt like getting upset at the others, but he closed his eyes and gathered himself instead. There was still a lot more souls to be dealt with, and it would be unprofessional to get biased. He slowly opened his eyes again, and didn’t say anything. He glanced over at where the portal had been, considering if he should get that soul up from the pit in some way. His eyes were clearly doing a lot of thinking. Marcus could just not deal with having made a mistake in his work.
 
Kaguya tossed his scythe up in the air, catching it upside-down as he sits on a chair. He was bored, and quite bored at that. "Hey Kaguya, mind if I take over for a little while? I'd like to actually walk around a bit." Kaguya stood up, spinning the scythe for a moment as it switches over to Hiroshi. "There, now I think I'll take a nap, Hiroshi. Enjoy your time walking, and wake me up if you end up meeting anybody." Hiroshi began walking around, looking at everything in the realm. He'd been with Kaguya for quite a long time, knowing everything about Kaguya, and Kaguya, knowing everything about him.
 
Asch exited his room and stopped in the hall. Finally, his duty for today was finished and he could think about other things. The book was still on his grip, Asch watched as the book's writing changed, showing him a whole different kind of people's names and their ways of dying. He was deep in thought. He was feeling uneasy after he finished his work, but he didn't know why. He turned the pages to the next. He let his legs guided him anywhere to distract him.


Asch stopped at the end of the hall. In contrast with the rest of the hall, it was damp and dark, like the green lights that lit up the rest of the hall couldn't quite reach the place. In front of him was a wooden door that seemed to be out of place, Asch opened the door and entered the room.
 
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