The Reaper

Flying threw the cold winds Death's angel knew this world is out of balance. The life span of normal ponies is too long and if they continue to grow life will trump death. That cannot be allowed to happen as death needs to take over, death needs to be their end. No matter how old they are if they were good or bad death needs to be the end of life for everyone and everything. That was when something hit me not physically but rather mentally as I realized I just took someone's life. Sure that someone was a slaving ruler who wanted to take the lives of those who stood against him even if that person was a child. I look at my hand only to see what looked like black mist all around me and my flesh looked like stone. Black and cold to the touch my hood cover my face or rather the skeleton that was my face. What I am suppose to do here? I am here to kill dictators or I am here for some other reason. That was when I remembered the word Death himself said to me, well some of it and the way that I am here to deal with a rebel reaper. And the ones he helps to cheat death's design, I do not know if I could take the life of anyone innocent. But then again I have a job to do and this world seems out of balance with too much life. My raven landed on my shoulder and I knew there was no time to waste as the new reaper of this world I will have to take up what one Reaper failed. Focusing, I saw two lives that cheated death. Not wasting time I then teleported far from this frozen wasteland and ended up in the castle of Canterlot.

I was in the gardens and looking around I could feel the lives of the two that cheated death for so long. The raven turned back to my wings and I took flite and crashed through the throne room glass. The ponies inside all looked in fear until the voice of Celestia rang out of the throne room.

"WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS? JAMES!?" That caught me off guard as Reapers are meant to forget their lives before. Did this Angel get his memory back? I will have to find out later as my wings transformed back into the raven. I looked at the princess and she did the same but he once angered looked turned to one of fear. "You're not James." She said almost seeming afraid of what I am and what I could do. But before I could act the very angel of topic appeared in a cloud of smoke. But he seemed to look more human than me as I could see he still had skin and hair from what I could make out of the hooded Angel. That was when he removed his hood and looked at me with a glare.

"I thought I told Death to fuck off. They are under my protection." His eyes were hollowed out like that of a skull but two red dots showed where he was looking. Unlike me, I was completely faceless with my voice being the only way to tell how I was feeling. I stood there and I could see that he was waiting for me to speak and say something to them.

"Why?" That is all I was to them and they looked confused.

"The fuck you mean 'Why' Because I love them." He said as he raised his sword he pointed it at me and seem to be ready for a fight. I knew all too well what was going on here, After all, I am new and improved from what Angel of death he was. I was made to be more like death itself which means I know everything the target has done. I know what they did to get immortality and he was too blind to see that they were using him like some kind of fountain of youth. Throughout the two sisters' lives, they feared death deeply so what they did to stop what would always happen they learned about the angel of death. And when one shows up knowing his life knowing a certain show he liked to the very point he spends the better half of his life in his room doing nothing but obsessing over that show. This kind of angel is giving most of his memories or rather his memories of that show. Memories that she used to manipulate him to grant them eternal life. I know what I must do I must get rid of this 'Angel of death' hell he shouldn't be called that as he is nothing more but a human with the powers of an angel.

He lunged at me and struck me with the sword made to take the life of anyone who touches it. But you cannot take life away for what never had in the first place. I gripped his hand and my very touch burned his hand he let go of his weapon seeming surprised at what I did to him.

"You're a Reaper that should have killed you!" He yelled looking at me with rage. But it chanced when he looked deeply at my faceless hood. "What the fuck are you." He said and I gave him the truth.

"Death." Taking the sword, I turned it and then threw it at his shoulder pinning him to the wall. Celestia ran to him and began to check up on him and then turned to me.

"You will not take me!!" She yelled and then leaped toward me with flames on her hands she threw several at me and summoned a blade as well as armor. The very Flames were one of a god that could kill even the most hellish demons with their flames. But as they made connect with me I only felt nothing as they did nothing. I sent out the Raven to deal with the blade that could easily split anyone living person in half. The Raven then took on an arrow-type shape and strike the sword snapping it in half. Not taking a chance to let her try anything I closed the distance and threw her to the wall where he was pinned. I was going to end it right then and there but a dark magic bolt hit my chest and for once I felt some pain.

"Tho will not take my sister's life." The Goddess of the night looked at me with rage. And for once I was going to have to try against this one.