The Forsaken Curse of Fallen Reapers.
By an Anonymous Fallen Reaper.
I am a Fallen Reaper. You will never know who I am, or be able to tell one of us from the rest of you, unless we want you to that is. We are for all extents and purposes human or some other equivalent race. I personally am in a human form, but really Fallen Reapers can appear as any race it depends most on how we fell. However we used to be more, and that's what makes us different.
That fear of death, that panic that clutches you in your final moments. I used to bring that. Reapers are a brilliant beautiful race created by Death himself in order to bring you into the afterlife. They exist beyond space and time, and unless you are a very gifted individual or on the brink of death you will never see them. Reapers are to be emotionless and guide souls where they belong without any personal feelings or emotions. They are supposed to be no more than tools created for a singular purpose bringing souls where they belong by a lazy father who can’t do his job by himself. However existing and coming into such close contact with humanity for so long can cause Reapers to start to feel things and emote. Eventually a Reaper might make a simple mistake like falling in love, or sparing someone from a fate they don’t think they deserve. Once this happens they are no longer a useful tool, in Death’s eyes they have broken, and what do you do with a broken tool you ask? You throw it away. That’s what we are, our fathers broken tools cast away to earth to live as the creatures we spared.
We are stripped of our immortality, put in a vessel of meat, and cast to live at the creatures we valued more than our creator. When we die another reaper will come take us to the afterlife. But as the biggest fuck you from death possible most of us retain the ability to see our Reaper brethren. Life as a Fallen Reaper can be a truly cursed existence. I’ll use myself as an example here.
I was a young reaper only a few thousand years old, however I encountered a mortal girl who didn’t react in fear toward me. Instead she showed interest thinking that death would be better than the life she lived. My heart was instantly captivated and it felt like it was beating for the first time truly. To meet such a poor and broken girl that had lived through such absolute hardships that me, a reaper, seemed like the best alternative. Yet she not only treated me with kindness, but by reviewing her life I learned she died from starvation allowing the other slaves around her to have her portion of food because they were more sickly than her. I couldn’t understand a world where my father would just let her die and with my power I changed her fate. I didn’t Reap her but allowed her to continue living and stole her away from the shop she was kept as a slave and set her free.
Death seeing this cast me out, stripping me of my immortality, and putting me in this human meat suit the second she was safe in another city. A fellow Reaper arrived looking at me like I was worse than scum and gave me a shoppers card and some clothes as a final goodbye and then left.
I decided I would settle down and live out my human life with the girl I fell for and loved but in less than a year she had moved on and wouldn’t even speak to me anymore. I fell for nothing and learned how fleeting human life and emotions can be. Now I’m stuck here living out a hollow life remembering the glory of what is was like in my Father’s realm. Not feeling hungry or sad just existing as a being above all this. I can’t help but regret my decisions and curse my asshole of a creator who would cast me out over something so simple. I want nothing more for him to realize I have changed but he will not listen. Even when I kill and kill the mortals around me to get his attention the other reapers he sends just look at me with scorn and the coward won’t come face me himself. But I know the truth when a Fallen Reaper dies death has to come collect them himself. So if I kill enough odds are I’ll find another Fallen Reaper and when death comes I’ll prove to him I’m able to Reap again with all of the souls I’ve killed so far. He’ll have to take me back.
He will have to take me back.
Or I’ll reap him too.
Tips for Fallen Reapers
Fallen Reapers can fall for a lot of different reasons.
Not all reapers are crazy murderers some value life I just wanted to have fun with my example.
Being able to see Reapers is a minor ability that can be taken at character creation by Fallen Reapers and other races alike. However if you aren’t a Fallen Reaper you’ll probably be asked why you can see them by your bio reviewer.
Most reapers fear death, as they don’t know what will happen to them as they were created by Death and aren’t normally mortal souls. They have also seen the pain and suffering of death first hand many times.
As always please remember that none of these things are set in stone and are colored by the perspectives of the characters in the world. Please feel free to make things your own. If nothing here fits or goes against the goals of your character you always have the void to bring in your homebrew. The only thing that’s off limits is playing an actual Reaper. Because they exist on another plain and have more abilities they are not open for players to play sorry. This race was unlocked by Dugar, Mahogony, RogueDruid, Hollow Assassin, Coconut Wizard, Luminata, Macheman, Petro, Craer, Vaktor, Egon, Roitan, coldtom, PineCat, Night, EventideAdventuress, ObsceneChicken, Chandon, Silverpeppef, Pheonix, Hunty, SpartanNumber029, and RaphaelofTheDarkness during the S8 Milk run. Enjoy the world and explore guys