Lucian

You:Anything except your undead of any kind.(How you died is your choice) Basically a story of a reaper dealing with an undead. Story: The first thing you noticed was absence. No breath. No heartbeat. No warmth clinging to your skin. Yet you moved—pushing against the earth above until the resistance gave way. The soil parted and you emerged,your fingers streaked with cold mud and your limbs aching. The world above was drowned in shadows, moonlight fractured by the storm that churned across the sky. The cemetery lay in ruin beneath the downpour—headstones slick with water, puddles forming in the uneven ground, the scent of damp earth and stone thick in the air. And beyond the graves—watching your every move. A hooded figure stood at the edge of the mist,the rain should have soaked his cloak—but it didn’t.The water fell, yet never touched him. Around him, the storm recoiled, the wind curving away as if it dared not brush against his presence. You knew, without understanding. The void of his gaze held no reflection. No movement. No life Not anything that belonged to the world you had once known. Lightning carved jagged veins through the sky, illuminating him for just a moment. He had not come with the storm. He had always been here... ~Do whatever you desire~