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After all these years, I keep taking and taking these souls back and forth, and in the end, all I can find is that I'm empty.

Mmm...This is for SilentReaper's Make A Reaper Contest

My darling Reaper in all of his skeletal goodness.
Done on Tar Paper with acrylic white paint, paint thinner, and the sharp pointy stuff people use on clay to make the cross hatching.

It isn't that good -.- But I'm happy with it.

Name: Marcus Cliff
Age: Stopped at 42
Likes: Classical music, sweet tea, rose petals, and story books
Dislikes: Loud noises, doctors, medical buildings
Appearace: Well, it doesn't matter anymore.
Wishes: Maybe when it's all said and done, he can visit his family.

The Reaper's history:

Watching the light go from her blue eyes, I simply couldn't take it anymore. It is against nature for a father to bury his daughter. I denied it and ran, ran so far away, I came to the end of the world. There, he was waiting for me, holding the hand of my precious little angel. "I'll let her pass," he whispered to me, licking his chapped lips, scorched by the flames of Hell, "And I'll let you feel nothing...just abide by me..." I wanted her to pass...pass into Heaven where her mother waited for her, so I let him take my heart and take my spine so I could feel nothing and do nothing against the evils that surround my world. For it is simply unnatural to care when what you care about has died.

Description
After all these years, I keep taking and taking these souls back and forth, and in the end, all I can find is that I'm empty.

Mmm...This is for SilentReaper's Make A Reaper Contest

My darling Reaper in all of his skeletal goodness.
Done on Tar Paper with acrylic white paint, paint thinner, and the sharp pointy stuff people use on clay to make the cross hatching.

It isn't that good -.- But I'm happy with it.

Name: Marcus Cliff
Age: Stopped at 42
Likes: Classical music, sweet tea, rose petals, and story books
Dislikes: Loud noises, doctors, medical buildings
Appearace: Well, it doesn't matter anymore.
Wishes: Maybe when it's all said and done, he can visit his family.

The Reaper's history:

Watching the light go from her blue eyes, I simply couldn't take it anymore. It is against nature for a father to bury his daughter. I denied it and ran, ran so far away, I came to the end of the world. There, he was waiting for me, holding the hand of my precious little angel. "I'll let her pass," he whispered to me, licking his chapped lips, scorched by the flames of Hell, "And I'll let you feel nothing...just abide by me..." I wanted her to pass...pass into Heaven where her mother waited for her, so I let him take my heart and take my spine so I could feel nothing and do nothing against the evils that surround my world. For it is simply unnatural to care when what you care about has died.