The Soul Reaver

I had been walking through town for about two days, and thankfully nothing has gone wrong. Oh wait... FUCK I JINXED IT! With a sigh, I enter the nearest shop, and it turns out to be, and this is actually a pleasant surprise, but a comic book store. The store owner greeted me ecstatically. I waved off his gratitude with a smile, and looked around the store to find anything interesting.

    “Oh! Hey, over here!” I look up and... No fucking way... It’s that kid! That one kid that one of my men killed during a heist! Oh fuck its that one kid that one of my men killed during a heist... I reluctantly go over, and to my surprise, the person standing next to him was a Night Elf.

Dafuk.

“I saw what ye did a couple days ago and I must say... ye did pretty good.” He frowned a little, “Sorry I couldn’t help though... that asshole got what was coming to him.” He held out a hand, “The name’s Alexander, the Night Elf is Lorne.”

She nodded with a smile, “A pleasure.”

I nodded stiffly and grasped Alexanders hand and shook it, “Yeah, nice to meet the both of you.” I said with a nervous smile.

Lorne tilted her head, “You appear to be nervous and... scared?”

I sigh, “Not scared. Just... remembering.”

    Alexander looked at Lorne, “Ye know it’s rude to stare at someone’s soul fer too long right?”

    She nodded, “I know, he just confuses me.”

    I laugh, “Trust me, I’m about as complicated as Lake Hylia’s water temple.”

    Alexander... fuck it I’m calling him Alex. Alex groaned, “That temple was so fucking easy! The water temple in Majora’s Mask is worse.”

    “Nerd.” I said simply.

    “Eh, true.”

    “Good to see you don’t deny it. Acceptance is the first step to recovery.” I said with a grin.

    “Look into your heart... Ye know it to be true!”

    I then dramatically grabbed my head and shouted to the heavens, “NOOOOOOO!~”

    He burst out laughing, “Yesh, thish pleases meh.”

    I laughed with him, “I kind of figured.”

    “Anywho... I’m tired of sitting here. Adventure ho?”

    “MMMMMMMMMehbeh.” I say with the cheekiest grin I could muster.

    “ADVENTURE!” He stood up and walked away quickly as Lorne facepalmed.

    I look at the Night Elf with a sympathetic grin, “He’s a handful, isn’t he?” I ask as we follow after the kid.

    She nodded, “You have no idea.”

    I look back to Alex, thinking back to that day, and sigh, “I think I have an idea...”

    She tilted her head, “You know him?”

    I wince slightly, “In... in a way.”

    She frowned, “Sorrow....”

    I glared at her, “You mind?”

    “I can’t help it.” She waved her hand around, “I see all of their souls.”

    I looked at the various ponies in the crowd, most of them would turn and wave as I pass by, thanking me. I smiled slightly as I see into their soul, and they looked nice and bright with white, “Yeah, a soul is a curious thing to be sure.”

    “It is... I don’t know why but the light of Elune blesses all of them.”

    I rolled my eyes, “That would be Luna. Fun fact, she tried to cover the land in eternal night as a possesed being. Sounds fun, doesn’t it?” I snark as we walk through the crowd.

    She blinked, “You have a goddess of the moon... Here!”

    I roll my eyes again, “Not exactly a goddess, they just rotate the planet since it can’t do it for itself. They just have really good telekinesis is all.” I explain as we pass through the marketplace.

    “Oh... still to see someone in control of the moon with your own eyes.” She smiled, “They are lucky.”

    “I’ll reserve my judgement when I get to know her.” I shrug as I stop and think about buying an apple.

    Alex yelled from ahead of us, “Where did ye guys go?!”

I yell back, “Over here ya goof!”

“I”m not a goof! Hold on!” Suddenly before I could shout a retort he appeared between us in a flash. “Hello!”

I looked at him blankly, before sighing and pinching the bridge of my nose, “Teleportation, of course...”

“It comes in handy.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a large brown bag, then pulled out a watermelon.

Lorne facepalmed as he took a bite, “Really?”

He grinned, “Of course!”

I shrug, “I hung out with Pinkie, at this point I just don’t care anymore.”

He blinked. “Pinkie... I don’t know why but saying her name makes the taste of cotton candy appear on my tongue.”

I shook my head, “Right, as I was saying, I’ll reserve my judgement when I get to know her.”

Alex nodded, “Of course... wait, ye never told me yer name.”

I froze, pausing a moment, before replying, “Dean.”

“Well then, I have to thank ye for retrieving my weapon.” He pulled out said weapon, and on first glance it looked simple, but when you look closer, it was inscribed with runes that were untranslatable to any known language. It was almost bigger than him, a translucent aura surrounded it. I nodded, before deciding to test the waters.

“Not a problem. It was a bitch to get them back, I’ll tell you that.” I pause a moment before continuing, “ I have to ask you something... Do you know a Marcelo?”

He tensed up immediately, his hands gripping his staff. “Aye...” He sounded like he was barely containing his anger. “I do.”

    I was silent for a moment, then continued, “What do you know of him?”

    “Not much; he was a mobster, he hunted the supernatural, and I’ve only seen him once.”

    Hmm, so he knows my alternate job. Must have been part of a family of mages, “I see. How did you see him?” as much as I already know the answer, I need to hear it from his lips.

    He gripped his staff tighter, “I was with my family in a bank... And these men came in with guns. One of them went around asking for people’s phones, and when he got to me I refused. That got a bullet put through my skull.” He pointed at a spot right above his left eye. “It missed most of the vital parts... Before I faded I heard the man say two words, ‘Mr. Marcelo.’”

    I nodded, keeping the sadness in check so Lorne doesn’t see it, “I see... do you know what happened after that?”

    “I woke up in blackness-”

    I shook my head, “No no, I know how you turned into a wraith, I mean hello.” I gestured to myself, “What I meant was if you heard anything after his name.”

    He frowned and raised an eyebrow, “N- not much... but I still have one image burned into my mind.”

    “And what would that be?”

    He looked me in the eyes, some tears showing. “My family crying over my body.”

    I sigh, deciding to end it, “I was there too. Do you want to know what happened after the whole thing?”

    He blinked in surprise, “The man who shot me was killed by another, and he consoled my family.”

    With grim determination, I revealed to him the whole thing, “That’s because after he shot you, I killed him. I never let any of my men kill kids, and the ones who do end up dead. I paid for your funeral with clean money from my own pocket, and gave as much as I could to your family to get them on their feet. I may be heartless, but I’m not a bastard.” I began to walk away, deciding that he may need to not want to see me.

    “I- it was ye...” He began to laugh, quietly at first before becoming uproarious. “So ye planned the whole thing then!”

    I stopped and turned around, hands in my pockets as I palmed my hilt, “What are you talking about?” I ask with a raised eyebrow.

    “Ye planned it... the heist. If ye hit another bank, or ye did it on a different day I wouldn’t be dead!” He glared at me, “Ye took me from my fucking family!”

I narrowed my eyes, “Hey dumbass. I wasn’t the one that shot you, nor did I masquerade the heist to assassinate you. If I wanted to kill you at the time, I would have done so myself. If you expect an apology, look somewhere else. I said my piece, if you don’t like it that’s too fucking bad. Try thinking over the situation and what I told you. Why would I bother paying all that shit to your family if wanted you dead? Wouldn’t I just kill them and be done with it?” I say to him as my grip on my hilt increases.

He grinned madly, “Oh really? Do ye even know who my parents names?”

“Patrick and Beverly Harris. I know who they are, and what they’re capable of. I didn’t care if they were powerful mages, if I wanted them dead, they would be dead. Get that through your skull.” I say as I let my veins connect to my sword, but I don’t let it activate.

He started shaking with anger, “Are ye insulting them...?”

Lorne put a hand on his shoulder, “Calm down, he’s sorry for what he did.”

I didn’t even regard her, “Holy shit do you even understand words!? I didn’t even insult them! I simply said I didn’t care who they were, I’m simply pointing out that there would be no reason for me to help them if I wanted them dead too.” I snapped, fully ready for him to snap.

“... I’m still pissed at ye, very much so.”

I replied instantly, “You can be pissed all you want! What’s done is done, there’s no point of me brooding about it now that I’ve said what I need to. You should do the same.” I tell him.

The Wheel of Fate is turning...

Rebel 1, Action!"

(Dean V. Alex)

“Oh no... I didn’t fucking come this far to get blown off.”

“Then what did you come for? An apology? Revenge? None of those things will satisfy you, believe me, I’ve tried!” I tell him, getting more and more frustrated at his backwards logic.

“Lets see... I pick the latter!”

Lorne grabbed his shoulders, “Alex he has a point, lets just go.”

Alex shrugged her hands off, “I suggest ye stand back Lorne...”

I narrowed my eyes as Lorne backed away, “So that’s how it is huh?” I ask as I pull the hilt of my sword out.

“Aye.” He readied his staff.

I then ignited my sword and looked at him, “Then I’ll give you two choices.”

He glared, “And....”

“Which do you want to end up in?” I flourished my blade and got into a ready stance, “A coffin...? or a dumpster?”

“Neither ye son of a bitch.” He got in a battle stance.

    I felt a grin pull at my cheeks, “Better, and smarter people have said that. They ended up in the dumpster.” I said as I was ready for him to make the first move.

    He grinned, “Bet none of them could do this,” He thrust his left hand at me. “Forsaken Curse!”

    Before it could hit me, I cut the projectile in half, making it dissipate. I glared at him, “You fucking moron. We’re in a populated area and you still attack. I guess I will have to put you in the dumpster with the rest of the trash.” I said as I teleported behind him and kicked him into the air. I didn’t put my Infernal rapture into it, since that would harm the civies. I jumped up and grabbed his leg and slammed him into the ground, “If you want to fight me, fight smart!”

    He grinned as he grabbed my exposed wrist, “I know that... speaking of which ye seem to be giving me something of yours.” I noticed a trail of of blue light trailing into him, and immediately stomped on his face, shattering his nose, making him let go.

“Oh! So you want to do that huh? OKAY!” I stabbed my sword into his chest, “I may as well pin you to the fucking ground then!”

“Sands of Time!” I lurched back as I got a faceful of hot sand.

If the name is anything to go by, it’s nothing good... I braced myself for any attacks coming my way.

He pulled the sword from his chest before tossing it away, “Lightning Bolt!”

All of a sudden, Death came out of fucking nowhere and absorbed the lighting into his hands. He glared at Alex, “Dean is right. You are acting like a fucking moron.”

He paled, “H- hey Death... long time no see.”

Death’s glare intensified, “I gave you power to use it correctly. What you did in Azeroth was not thinking at all, you assumed what you were directed to do. Here, not only are you thinking on idiocy, but you also endangered innocents. Tell me, why shouldn’t I end you right here and now?” He asked as his scythe appeared in his hands, glowing with a black eldritch power.

Alex paled even more, he looked like a ghost. “I- I didn’t know! I admit I acted on impulse, but I had encountered so many theories and statistics saying that it would end if I did nothing!”

    Death looked at him with deadpan stare, “You are an immortal undead being who has the power to rival a god, and you relied on science to explain your mission?”

    “What about the Lich King!? He’s basically the same thing!”

    “His destiny would have run its course without your help. You, however, simply made things worse for Azeroth as a whole. You also didn’t need to create so many monsters, they would have spawned on their own.”

    “I DIDN’T KNOW THAT!”

    Death simply stared at him, “Exactly. You didn’t know. You did not wait for my instructions, nor did you just meld yourself into the society. In short, you are an impatient fool who is running on hypocritical logic.”

    “I can learn! Please, just one chance! I’ll do anything ye want, no strings attached! Ye have my word as a mage!”

    Death rolled his eyes and smacked him with the shaft of his scythe, “Shut up you groveling moron. You are embarrassing yourself.”

    “Well if he said he was going to kill ye, wouldn’t ye beg as well?!”

    Death raised an eyebrow, “The difference between you and me is not power, but I know not to anger him.”

    “It’s an analogy!”

    Death rolled his eyes, “Not a very good one.”

    “Well I’m panicking a hell of a lot over here!”

    “Fine. I’ll give you one chance. Screw this up,” he leveled the blade of his scythe to Alex’s eyes, “And I’ll end you personally.”

He began to walk away, before he turned to me, “And Dean, there’s a wraith in the city besides this fool here. I want you to go and help her.” With that, he disappeared in blink of an eye.

Alex sighed in relief before he was whacked to the ground by Lorne, “You idiotic son of a bitch!” she kicked him in the ribs. “You just had to go and attack Dean didn’t you?! And now you’re walking on thin ice, so apologize to him right now!” She kicked him again.

“Alright, jesus! Stop kicking me!” He got up and looked at me, “I’m sorry.”

I stared long and hard at him. Before I patted his head, “No you’re not. Don’t say something you don’t mean.” I sigh as I walk away.

I heard a groan of pain from behind me, “I think ye kicked the hole in my chest.”

I rolled my eyes at the duo, not looking back.

I swear, I need a better vacation...