Lupine Grimm
Legacy Name: Lupine Grimm

The Nightmare Harvester
Owner: Sugar

Age: 3 years, 3 months, 2 weeks

Born: April 20th, 2019

Adopted: 3 years, 3 months, 2 weeks ago

Adopted: April 20th, 2019


  • Level: 1
  • Strength: 10
  • Defense: 10
  • Speed: 10
  • Health: 10
  • HP: 10/10
  • Intelligence: 1
  • Books Read: 1
  • Food Eaten: 0
  • Job: Suds Mopper

Firsts are never easy. First car, first kiss, first base, first apartment. Today is my first day on my new job, my new job as a grim reaper. My first assignment is the same as all other reaper when they first start: attending your own funeral, that is if you even get one. I guess now it's rare to not get one, in years past people like us didn't get funerals and we didn't get buried on consecrated ground. After all, we committed the unforgivable sin: suicide. Each and every reaper took their own life. Of course not all suicide victims are reapers, just those of us who messed with our own fate. We all showed disrespect for our own lives, the time we had to be with our love ones and now as a penance we must serve for an eternity collecting the souls of those who were taken too soon, those who don't want to go, those who deserve to keep on living.

I watch as my physical body is lowered into the ground, my family's cries are my requiem. I stand behind them unable to comfort them, unable to apologize, unable to reach out and touch their sobbing forms. I sit on the mound of earth beside the chasm brimmed with flowers. The sent of roses and rain permeate the autumn air. I did this. I was in pain, foolish and desperate and now I can't turn back the clock. To make matters worse it din't even end. I'm still here, a ghost of who I was, a lost soul. I stay until the last mourner leaves, then reaching into the physical plain I snap up one of the only items I'm able to take into the ethereal plain with me. I feel the beads between my fingers, the long strand dangling loose within my grasp, my own rosary. Lacing the double-length string to the top of my scythe I say a prayer for those I've left behind and for those souls I've yet to take.


Immortality certainly has it's perks. Not having a physical form? Yeah, that one really blows. I can't touch or be seen by any mortal - unless they're dying - which makes me hella grateful for the immortal and the undead out there. My job? It's unending. I get assigned about a dozen souls a day, unless there's been some sort of disaster and I walk them through their death and help them move on to where they're supposed to go. It never does get easier. Your first is always the hardest, but you never become numb to harvesting souls, that's part of your curse.


I messed up. I messed up big time. Stripped of my immortality, stripped of the ethereal plain, I am essentially human but not quite. Black mist still furls around my form allowing me to teleport, my scythe is never dulling, my eyes still not passing for human, but now I can bleed and I've been sent to my doom. I've been sent on a mission to destroy what sleeps in the shadows, a creature dwelling deep within the mountains, something so evil the human mind can't fathom. It's an ancient evil woken by the war cries of the living. It thunders in the caverns, a monster with no name, a beast with no master. Now it's time for me to redeem myself or die trying.Art by Lavabeast

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