The Wordsmith Myth
A Story Teller
"Done. Here you go. Ramen.""because of Dark?" The figured asked taking a seat. Dabria sighed. "Why do I think the more you talk the more I start to think you're not me losing my mind. " she laughed. "Dear remember what I first told you about reapers, when a reaper gets close to dying they find someone to take their place and they live on in them. Seeing old memories and retaining some knowledge. " Dabria nods taking a drink from a cup of tea. "Yes but you should be in death. He told me he saw visions from you." She nods. "Souls can be split and power shared. I gave your brother my title as a horseman when I made him a reaper but I couldn't give him all my power. I had other tasks to do."
"Why!" Lucy shouted
"Well how about your family? Do you got one?" Margo asked.
"Because I said so!"
"Sort of..." He said. "I was born into the Dark Brotherhood. Assassin's. I didn't want to kill people for a living so I ran and joined up with the thieves guild. Made my way by stealing. Eventually after the whole universe collision thing I split off from them and went solo for a while. Until I met you." He said.