m<a class="postlink" href="http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l119/Shioribat/commission__amy_by_ravenskar.jpg">http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l119/ ... enskar.jpg</a>m<br/>Misia<br/>17<br/><br/><span style="color: #000000">She was used to playing the role of the invisible,behind the scenes so to speak.She had only recently begun her life long mission reaping souls that were on their way to the grave as it was.Her father had been called many things in his immortal life time,Angel of Death,Grim Reaper,now they were all being passed on to her.Now many foolish humans would ask how a bag of dusty old chew bones could have a daughter,however, he was not truly a skeleton.Ha,the imagination these simple minded animals harbored only humored her father.But no, not her she laughed only at their stupidity,though their thoughts did deem as intriguing.Any who,her father was as said before not a bag of bones...She was also not born from the womb of any woman or creature ,but born of the darkness in her father's heart.To him she was just someone to take his place.When they talked ,no one could tell if she was his daughter or his enemy,she herself was not even sure of that...<br/><br/>Truth be told she honestly liked having a distant relationship with the supposed skeletal man.But she did mind the boring work he had left to her.There was no thrill unless someone tried to find a way to evade their eternal fate,oh how she loved the rebellious ones.their messy deaths could never be solved.Trying to extend ones life that they had so carelessly wasted the plentiful years before was just not possible with her being the new 'Grim Reaper'.Their time was wasted and with each death a new life comes to replace the ones misused.On many accounts she loved to watch them all scream the same damn line,and bribe her like she would take it.She did humor them every now and then but that was rare.<br/><br/>Having the power over the deaths of others and looking through their lives,picking and choosing who would live and who would die was something she was somewhat good at.A natural of sorts.She harbored hardly any sympathy for the children that were left mother or fatherless.Depending on her mood.She never knew a thing about the desired feeling of love or the feeling of being wanted.She'd never had it so she never sought it out or even looked forward to it.<span style="font-style: italic">Can't look forward to something you never knew...But there was always a catch..Life was a catch,but she never caught it while she could.It was not necessary or at least to her it wasn't....or was it? </span><br/><br/>She scoffed at the mere pondering of her mind,as she gazed down the street.She was never entirely behind the seen,well not to those whom she killed and harvested souls from.They knew of her but did not live long enough to spread it.Though still they had seen her back in her freckles days,when she care who saw her murder countless.She was elusive yet delusive,there but not there.She learned how to kill as being part of the crowd to blend in.Even then doing so was tiring and she was growing annoyed with not having the thrill she was drenched to have.She craved it,fed upon it,obsessed with it.A thrill junkie, one who had the power over giving life or death.Fate had no real place in this world while she was walking the streets of it.Or do her bodiless conscience thought.<br/><br/>Even so millions of deaths clouded the land and she was there when she needed to be,she was everywhere at the same time and moment even.Eyes washing over her victims,giving a second chance,taking what they had not truly deserved,sending them here nor there.Pulling them from existence and making them extinct,praising the new innocents that was born to take their places ,yeah even with her dislikes of this mission she enjoyed the beauty of new life...but was she contradicting herself...or wait...did it even matter if she was or was not.That had yet to be seen but when didn't matter.Some humans and other creatures were nothing but hypocrites and thieves selling freedom for lives and lives for freedom.Making a deal with the devil that no ill man could dare keep,sending them into the Abyss.The forever burning darkness feeding the soul that she never claimed to have for it was not her own...yet.Only thing she had to do was stop abusing her power with greed.Her coming to existence was deceived by the washing wave of her father's shadow casting over her..[i]<div style="text-align: center;">.Maybe it was time to break free and cast her own shadow and stop suckling from a breast he surely never could have.Feeding was now over it was time to separate and divide from her father's footsteps and create her own.. Breaking free of the invisible chains she was held to by her throat,which burned like acid...eating away her flesh and bones.</div></span>