The Reaper
“I chose to live my life in the shadows, and one day it could get me killed.”
Obliterate.
Extinguish.
Repeat.
Serving justice was my specialty. I was a ruthless monster, a fierce hunter, a mad sadist, and the list went on. But one thing I wasn’t… hunted. A failed ambush had me questioning everything I knew, and I would track whoever was responsible for the attack on me if it was the last thing I’d ever do.
Then I met the vagabond priest, drifting from one mission to the next, looking for a place to call home. The innocent and divine priest turned out to be anything but. I was addicted, and once I had my claws in something, I stopped at nothing to get what I wanted. One problem. The sinfully beautiful Father Saint James forced me to face my fears and I held nothing back. He was a forbidden fruit and after I had a bite, he had me spilling my darkest secrets including a labyrinth of an underground society with a questionable moral compass.
Too bad I had to kill him now.
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