starter for @voiixes ft Samuel
As swirls of blizzard white whirl around him, Samuel dips his chin and nose deeper into his scarf as he drudges slowly through the snow. In his realm, he leaves deep foot prints and dragged steps, but in the realm of the living, the white blanket covering the Seoul street is still untouched, but for a sole track and drops of red blood along the path. As the wind lifts and twirls the end of his scarf, wrapped twice around his neck, and plays with the ends of his hair, the reaper moves steadily towards the form of a hunched back shivering against the cold.
Soon the pain of the icy wind will leave him, as slashed wrists continue to seep bright crimson onto fresh snow, as the man’s back shudders with gentle sobs. Death fast approaching as he commits his final sin in a life long marred by devious acts. Yet to Samuel, there was no difference, not from a carer criminal to a child, they were all lost souls, passing on. He didn’t look upon him any differently.
However even Samuel could tell that the man’s soul was different, usually he feels the draw like a shimmering rope to the dying, but here it was like a black void, sucking him in closer. This was his first truly tainted soul.
Gently lifting a hand, he pulls away his scarf, baring concerned features as he gazes down at the man, before the other palm slowly touches his shoulder, as the last shuddering breath is drawn and he slumps against the soft snow. The man’s soul steadily lifts and uncurls, standing to his full height slowly but unlike others, he was not a vision of himself, but more like a shadow, greyed out and darkened by his wrong doings, as Samuel’s eyes lift to watch him, standing at a taller height then his own.
Usually he would use words of comfort, to ease the passing of those lost or confused, but this man seemed merely... sinister. “It’s time to go” he says softly with a nod, as dark eyes settle on him, before his hand slowly extends for the man to take. So he can lead him on to his next destination.