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One day a girl fell right into his ship. The Arc of the Sleepless, transporting the most vile, powerful and evil souls of this world was the Reaper‘s little domain. He notices everything which happens on his ship and he likes to keep it clean, without any broken bodies landing on it.
In fact he dislikes humans. This is why he also took on the job of transporting the most bewitched eldritch souls - among these ancient dark Gods and mythical divine beasts. Still they were less of an annoyance than humans, whose souls could just not stop chattering, arguing and buzzing around, all day long, without any break. After he had to take over the job of transporting human souls for a fellow reaper for a century, he felt as if his head would burst from the neverending gossip and whining of the human souls. Some days he was not far away from snapping and just devouring all these loud souls! Additionally they were cruel to animals, the weakest and vulnerable beings on this solar system, whom he favoured above all. They were also his only company on his ship.
The serenity of those dark lords, whom he had to seal onto his ship till they finished their journey into the beyond, was music to his ears. This way you can imagine that another human soul being was a big nuisance to him. Although a little snack after all these decades was not.
However when he got right above that little human soul, his fellow animal companions got in his way. His little dog yowled and put his little paws, which the reaper found so sweet, onto the human girl. Animals were the only beings the reaper could not communicate with. However he sensed that his little crewmate begged him to keep her alive. A few hundred years ago the Reaper found him on the streets of a poor human island, a little malnourished stray dog, abandoned by cruel humans. The Reaper looked at him, questioning, why he would want her revived, as she was of that species of those who abused and abandoned him in a dark edge, starving and dehydrated.
Yet the little creature continued to beg. And the Reaper thought - the little one might have grown lonely. After all he was still an earthly being and all earthly beings need other earthly beings. After all a Reaper did not know how to give love to a little dog.
„Alright little one - I will give her a chance. But if she does something to you or stands in my way, she will be made to dinner!“
A blue glowing thread and a needle emerged between his big, dark clawy fingers. The thread of Life, which only these Gods of Life and Death could wield, was used to fix what is beyond repair. It was a thread, which gives life to all kinds of life forms. One by one the Reaper embroidered the sacred thread into her skin, closing the dark wounds, which seemed to be the result of a lethal magic attack.
There was only one thing the Reaper did not know. On the other side of the world, there lived a human boy wearing a similar embroidery in his skin, which he had stolen from another God of Life and Death, his possessing the contrasting properties of Death.
And when these two are brought together and learn how to harvest the power of the thread in their skin, unimaginable and vast consequences are bound to happen. And how do they say, opposites attract?

Description
One day a girl fell right into his ship. The Arc of the Sleepless, transporting the most vile, powerful and evil souls of this world was the Reaper‘s little domain. He notices everything which happens on his ship and he likes to keep it clean, without any broken bodies landing on it.
In fact he dislikes humans. This is why he also took on the job of transporting the most bewitched eldritch souls - among these ancient dark Gods and mythical divine beasts. Still they were less of an annoyance than humans, whose souls could just not stop chattering, arguing and buzzing around, all day long, without any break. After he had to take over the job of transporting human souls for a fellow reaper for a century, he felt as if his head would burst from the neverending gossip and whining of the human souls. Some days he was not far away from snapping and just devouring all these loud souls! Additionally they were cruel to animals, the weakest and vulnerable beings on this solar system, whom he favoured above all. They were also his only company on his ship.
The serenity of those dark lords, whom he had to seal onto his ship till they finished their journey into the beyond, was music to his ears. This way you can imagine that another human soul being was a big nuisance to him. Although a little snack after all these decades was not.
However when he got right above that little human soul, his fellow animal companions got in his way. His little dog yowled and put his little paws, which the reaper found so sweet, onto the human girl. Animals were the only beings the reaper could not communicate with. However he sensed that his little crewmate begged him to keep her alive. A few hundred years ago the Reaper found him on the streets of a poor human island, a little malnourished stray dog, abandoned by cruel humans. The Reaper looked at him, questioning, why he would want her revived, as she was of that species of those who abused and abandoned him in a dark edge, starving and dehydrated.
Yet the little creature continued to beg. And the Reaper thought - the little one might have grown lonely. After all he was still an earthly being and all earthly beings need other earthly beings. After all a Reaper did not know how to give love to a little dog.
„Alright little one - I will give her a chance. But if she does something to you or stands in my way, she will be made to dinner!“
A blue glowing thread and a needle emerged between his big, dark clawy fingers. The thread of Life, which only these Gods of Life and Death could wield, was used to fix what is beyond repair. It was a thread, which gives life to all kinds of life forms. One by one the Reaper embroidered the sacred thread into her skin, closing the dark wounds, which seemed to be the result of a lethal magic attack.
There was only one thing the Reaper did not know. On the other side of the world, there lived a human boy wearing a similar embroidery in his skin, which he had stolen from another God of Life and Death, his possessing the contrasting properties of Death.
And when these two are brought together and learn how to harvest the power of the thread in their skin, unimaginable and vast consequences are bound to happen. And how do they say, opposites attract?