PROLOGUE
**I wish to be happy and healthy.**
The small, innocent voice broke the stillness as the little girl clapped her hands, her eyes wide with a hopeful gleam. She leaned forward, her breath sending a puff of air across the candles, extinguishing their flames in an instant. The room filled with soft laughter as her parents helped her cut the cake, their hands guiding hers with tenderness, their smiles warm and protective.
But I knew. I knew this would be the last birthday she would ever see.
And I hated that I was the only one who knew it.
When the guests had left, the lights dimmed, and the house fell into a quiet, peaceful silence, I couldn’t sleep. I stood alone outside, my phone in my hands, eyes scanning the reports of death. A fire had claimed its next victim. Another soul destined for the afterlife. Another life about to be snatched away.
*I can’t do anything,* the thought echoed in my mind, hollow and suffocating. *I can't stop it.*
"Let me handle it," came a voice from behind, cutting through the darkness.
I turned to see my colleague, his figure tall and imposing in the dim light. He stood there, calm, unwavering. "If you can’t do it, I will."
I wanted to argue, to protest, but the words stuck in my throat. I just nodded.
"It’s hard," I whispered, my voice laced with a tremor. "I never thought it would be this hard. I... I can't watch her go."
His eyes softened, just for a moment. "I know," he said quietly, his voice low, the weight of his words settling between us. "But this is what we do, Rose. We don’t get to choose." His gaze sharpened, and his voice became firm once more. "We take the souls that are meant to go. We’re reapers. And Anna’s time has come."
The name stung. *Anna.* My heart ached at the thought of the little girl I had loved, the sister I had lost so long ago.
"I’ll do it," I whispered finally, though every part of me screamed in protest. "But please… take Anna’s soul for me. I can’t bear it."
He gave a single nod, as though accepting my request without question. Without another word, we made our way to the house.
It was the house I used to live in—*our* house. A place that once echoed with the sounds of laughter, of my parents, of Anna and me. Now, it stood silent, a hollow shell of what it once was. I paused at the doorway, the walls adorned with pictures of better days—me and Anna, our smiles captured in frames, frozen in time. The faces of the people who had taken everything from me stared back at me from the photographs.
"Rose," the deep voice came again, steady and commanding from the hallway. "Don’t dwell on the past. Focus on the present. Do your job."
I knew who it was, even without turning. His presence was unmistakable.
"Forgive me," I muttered, bowing my head, the words feeling small in the face of my grief.
He emerged from the shadows, his eyes dark and unreadable, his form tall and imposing. "You’ve had your time to mourn. Now, do as you are instructed. Take the innocent soul, and let the past burn."
I swallowed hard and nodded. There was no time to waste.
I moved to Anna’s room, my steps slow and heavy. The room was still, too still. A year had passed since my death, a year since I had left her behind. Now, I was here to take her as well. I could feel the weight of it in my bones.
I closed my eyes, and the air around me seemed to hum with a quiet power. With a wave of my hand, the room transformed. The walls, once plain and unremarkable, now bloomed with life. A lush garden filled the space, vibrant with colorful flowers and the soft chirp of birds. The air smelled sweet, fresh with the scent of blooming petals, the very world Anna had always dreamed of. The world I had never been able to give her.
Anna stirred in her bed, her small eyes opening slowly. When she saw me, her face crumpled with emotion. Tears welled in her eyes, and she reached out for me, her small hands trembling.
"Rosie," she whispered, her voice breaking. "I missed you so much."
I reached for her, my heart shattering. "I know, baby. I know. I’m here. You’re not alone anymore."
"I don’t want to be alone," she sobbed, clinging to me. "I want to go with you."
I closed my eyes, fighting back the tears. "I’m here to take you, Anna. It’s time."
A golden page appeared before me, the words glowing softly in the dim room. I read them aloud, my voice thick with grief.
"Anna Frost," I began, each word like a weight around my neck. "Daughter of Angelina Croft and Jake Frost. Time of death: 1:00 AM. Cause of death: fire. Place: Heaven. Date of birth: October 24, 2019. Age at time of death: 5."
I paused, swallowing hard, and looked down at the girl who had been my sister. "You may follow me to Heaven, Anna."
I held her in my arms one last time, feeling the warmth of her small body pressed against mine. "Let’s go, baby."
Together, we made our way down the stairs, the house empty and silent around us. At the door, Jackson, the fire reaper, stood waiting. He looked at Anna with quiet understanding, his expression softening.
"May your soul rest in peace," he whispered, the words simple, but full of meaning.
Anna giggled, the sound like music to my ears, and stepped forward toward the carriage waiting outside. It was a thing of beauty—pure white horses with golden manes, pulling a carriage that seemed to glow with an ethereal light. A woman emerged from the carriage, her smile kind and gentle, a reflection of the peace that awaited Anna.
"Come in, little one," the woman said, her voice a soft invitation. "It’s time."
Anna hesitated, looking back at me, and I felt my heart twist. But I could not follow her. Not yet.
"I can’t," I whispered, my voice steady despite the ache. "I have something else to do."
Jackson and Sam, standing nearby, glanced at me, but said nothing. They understood. I wasn’t finished here.
"The hell carriage is also here," I said, my voice low, almost to myself. "The whole city will burn."
Jackson nodded. "It’s already started."
Sam’s eyes were cold, detached. "Our job is done. It’s time to leave."
But I shook my head. My wings unfurled, slow and deliberate, their dark, leathery feathers stretching wide. The air around me grew thick with heat, the flames in my hands igniting in a dark, fiery glow. I could feel the power building, rising within me like an uncontrollable storm.
"No," I said, my voice deepening, carrying the weight of a decision made long ago. "I’m staying."
The city burned below us, the flames already spreading like wildfire, consuming everything in its path. I rose into the sky, my wings carrying me higher, above the inferno. The world below was nothing but a sea of fire.
Above us, the sky cracked open, and from the depths of the darkness, shadowy figures began to emerge. Wraiths—dark, twisted forms that answered only to the call of death.
I raised my voice, and it rang out across the burning city, commanding and unyielding. "Take the sinful souls to the Seventh Door of Hell."
The wraiths moved with precision, sweeping down toward the city below, their dark forms devouring the souls of the damned. Jackson and Sam joined me, their presence silent but strong. Together, we watched as the flames consumed everything, and the city, like the past, was reduced to nothing but ash.
I stayed in the sky, my wings spread wide, watching it all burn. The past had come to its end, and I, the reaper, had come to witness it all turn to dust.
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I wrote it in hurry its not perfect yet but the 1st episode would be better then this and would be different 😉
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