The Grave Robber, Part 2

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I had no control I blacked out, but even in my dreams I could see the many endless souls, clasping on to nothing, but childish dreams. I could see them all being tortured; I tried to look away, but just couldn't peel my eyes. Then my dreams just fade to black, I couldn't remember nothing after that. My eyes forced open, after I got hit in the face with a cold splash of water. I jumped trying to get to my feet, but was brought back to earth by, black iron chains, attached to my feet. I started to furiously curse at him, and I was swinging my fists rapidly. He didn't seem to be bothered, or show any remorse of attention to me. He looked at me, his shrunken eyes, burning with anger, and disappointment. His face which before was pale white, was now darkened, covering his demonic complexion. "Get up you filthy pheasant, and don't waste my time doing it" he screamed at me, his voice more deer, and filled with harsh anger. Till now I didn't notice where I was, the room was large, and mostly empty besides for some boxes. It was dark, but had a slight red luminous glow to it.

I started to walk, but was stop by him. 'Now where are going now, he pestilent insect" I respond 'nowhere, where you going." I said it trying to sound cocky. He reared his hand back, and nearly broke my jaw. I cough up a hand full of blood, and I believe two teeth. He looked at me inferno filled eyes" now what have we learned" he came back sounding as cocky as me. Now wanting to die because of the excruciating pain in my jaw I said" ummmm, I don't know, mind telling me." He just started at me this time; I could tell he wanted to hurt me. He parted hi robe to the side, and brought out a medium-sized dagger, with a black iron blade, and jewel incrusted handle. He threw the dagger at me, with quickness, and precision. The dagger slid through my shoulder, I could feel it pierce through the back skin. I feel to my knees, screaming with pain, the fresh warm blood seeping out by the gallons. I screamed at him" who are you, and why are you doing this to me" his voice soft, and pleasant" well if you must know you mere I am the reaper, collector of souls, but it's a busy job that's why I need you. I need you to gather the souls for me; I need you to be my grave digger." "No. you, you can't do this me.

Why did you choose me anyway?" I didn't choose you, you where poking your nose where you shouldn't have. If you would have just let me be, you would be in situation. Now wouldn't you." I tried to respond, but my throat was soar, I just couldn't find my voice. The room grew dark, and then was lit again. The reaper was waving his hands in a weird motion, and then chains shot from the sky, and took me to the air. Both my legs and my arms were being pulled by chains, in different directions. He was starting to chant getting louder ,and louder" Lord Satan, by your grace, grant me, I pray thee the power to conceive in my mind and to execute that which I desire to do, the end which I would attain by thy help, O Mighty Satan, the one True God who livest and reignest forever and ever. I entreat thee to inspire to manifest before me that hemay give me true and faithful answer, so that I may accomplish my desired end, provided that it is proper to his office. This I respectfully and humbly ask in Your Name, Lord Satan, may you deem me worthy, Father.

Flames roared from the ground, and imprinted on the ground was the star of the devil. Demons rose from the ground, and tore at my skin. Blood seeped from wounds, and stained the ground. Flames engulfed my body, burning, branding me, and encrypting me with marks of the devil. His was all over the chains, the flames and the demons receded. I landed harsh on my knees; the pain was overwhelming my body. My body was tainted with terrible essence of the devil, on each hand, and my forehead was an imprinted 6, I was marked with the number of the devil, 666. I screamed as loud as I could, using the last bits of sanity I had left. I ran at the reaper, punching him as hard as I could. My fist slid through him, shattering bone, also sending him to his back. He looked at and said" perfection. Now we follow the rest of my plan." I was able to get out in a choked whisper" what. - Plan?" then I couldn't breathe, and I remember blacking out.

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I woke up, and watched, as he lugged me up this huge spiraling staircase. There were small lanterns, embedded through the cold, cast irons walls. After about ten minutes, we arrived in front of this old, wooded door: bits of light seeped through, the many cracks in the door. He pushed the door open, then heaved me towards the ground, and screamed" get up, Mr. Immortal. "What do you mean immortal?" "Don't you remember anything that happened last night?" I pondered the question, and answered yes, but. (Sigh) never mind. What do you want now, haven't I done everything you wanted?" then he threw a rusty, black shovel at me. Then he screamed at me" start digging, gather my prize." I tried to answer, but I couldn't resist, I dug the shovel in the fresh dirt. I kept digging, and digging, but stayed as silent as death, I giggled at the thought. Within, what seemed like hours, I had reached a long white, gold lined, coffin. He told me to open it, and I did, my stomach lurched at the sight, of what was inside.

There was a decapitated corpse, with maggots overwhelming it. By the look of the corpse, it was that of a women's, surprisingly she had died young. She was dressed in rotting, blue nightgown, her stomach looked as if it was sunken in. she still had remains of, white, and dirt ridden hair, throughout her scalp. "What do I do now "you should know what to do" he said hastily. It hit me, and then I started to pull something out of pants pocket, it materialized in seconds, a small dagger, with a double-sided, black iron blade, and a hollow ruby handle. With brute force, I jabbed the knife into her black heart, Black blood spurted from her open wound. Then she peered to life, screaming, her razor-sharp teeth snapping at me, and her black eyes locked on my hands. For a wicked, old, demonic hag, she was strong.

I pushed the harder, and harder, trying to kill her. Then the knife started to glow red, and she was shrieked with pain. She died moments later, but most important, her souls bouncing along the walls of the dagger's handle. I took the dagger to the reaper, and he took it, with a pleasurable grin. He wrenched his jaw, to large angle, opened the handle of the dagger. The soul flew into his mouth, and eyes were starting to glow red. He was laughing from inside, and was holding his chest, pulling it towards the sky. Then it all stopped, and a small trickle of blood seeped from his mouth. He said with a laughing grin" great job, you're ready to start your job." That's how it all started, how I became the reapers immortal servant, his grave robber.

Finally I was starting to get furious, I kicked the wall and sent chips of brick flying. I had to get revenge, I had to kill the unholy man, the soul eater, and I had to kill the reaper. I was going to have to sacrifice myself to save everyone. I grabbed the enchanted knife and sent it driving through my heart. The fresh blood came pouring down my chest, soaking my clothes. Then it hit me, my breath was taken away, and my blood ran cold. I fell to ground worshiping the last seconds of life. Then I could feel nothing, it was over. The ground opened up, and sucked me down. I was falling, falling down to the land of tormented souls. There was souls trying to climb up to freedom, but in the end they all have to plummet to the bottom, then they try to start climbing again, forever to fall in endless torment. I had fallen into the midway section of journey, complete darkness. Souls have to climb past obstacles and multiple tormented inventions, but it takes an eternity to climb because they keep trying to climb faster, and they do, but most just end up falling or climbing in circles.

I don't have any idea on how long I been falling, but it feels like hours. The worst thing is that I can't see anything, and the air is starting to feel heavy, and smoggy. Then as if there was complete light, one of the tormented souls was arm length away and I could see him/ or her perfectly. Its skin peeling away and decaying, its eyes filled with pain, sorrow, and madness. It was trying to talk, but it all came out in words of gibberish. Then it just fell like a lead weight straight to the bottom because seconds later it made a thumping sound, as it hit the bottom. God, it's the same as the last time, endless damnation. I saw the ground, and then face planted into it. Wrenching pain coursed through my body, and made my spine scream with agonizing torment. Gathering up my strength I raised to my knees, pain still throbbed throughout my body.

I started to walk, my body screaming with tremendous pain, the ground burning through my very flesh, scarring me adding more pain. I sensed that they knew I was here because flames shot out of the ground, undead minions tried to pull me down and stop me in tracks. Even after they pierced my skin with spikes, burned my flesh, and every other way they tried to hurt me, I still moved on powered by ambition. Then I saw him, sitting in his throne, made completely out of flesh and bone. So they're he was Dressed in black, tapping his pail white face. His eyes were glowing red, and flexing with anger, but the worst thing, is his scythe, its sharp blade, its handle made of bones, and how it always looks like it's coated with blood. I started to shiver with fear, I could hear him laughing. I screamed at him" come down here, and face me reaper, I will shed your blood. At the moment I had forgotten how much I loved my life, and sanity, but that ended years ago. He said nothing, but simply looked at me.

Then he sprang to life charging at me, ready to spring his scythe. I was crazy, but thought it would work. I stood still, pointed my arms to the sky. I started to scream with seconds I had left" oh mighty god, forgive my sins. Give me the powers to defeat our enemy. Give me all the powers of the souls had taken, and make me, and them pure. Take his heart, and consume it with the power, and the might word of god, amen. The reapers scythe pierced my skin, and...shattered. He jumped back, and gasped. I rose off the ground, and body started to glow, like a perfect diamond. I screamed, and the reaper started to cry, blood dripped from his eyes.

He was breaking down, he screamed at me, his pain was in his voice" you can't kill me I'm immortal." I released my powers into his heart, he shrieked, and fell to his knees; he exploded into his pieces of bloody bone fragments. I told his remains" nothings immortal everything dies, he most powerful fall. Only the power of god's love can make you immortal. I started to walk the way I came, everyone one here was forgiven of their sins, and were going to heaven. I felt perfect, and pure, as I walked along the tormented path. I felt my heart leap with joy, and I started to float up to heaven. It was over. Now I could rest in peace forever, and so could every other soul that was tormented. Last I'm aloud to say, is that, I was greeted at the golden gates, by the almighty.
The end.