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The Wellspring Inn or ‘The Well’ for short was a haven for wayward souls in need of a short respite before their final judgement. It was run by Reaper No. 72876, or ‘Rogue’ as his fellow Reapers called him. It was here, or at similar establishments, that new Reapers were brought for their orientation and training. Given the modern culture, new Reapers were coming more often than they had before, it was quite sad really, but One wouldn’t refuse the extra help. Growing populations meant more deaths and that meant more souls to guide, so more Reapers were a blessing.
Arms crossed over her chest, One took a deep breath in before slowly releasing it, the air hissing through her mask lightly. All Reapers were assigned a mask; it distinguished their rank as well as their role, but it also hid them from the view of mortals. A very handy tool indeed. As the First Reaper, One’s mask design was special. She was the only Reaper that possessed the half mask of a Demon. Normally Revenants possessed full demon masks, signifying that they were damned souls, but One’s mask was that of a Samurai, a relic that she’d died with long ago. The Gods had allowed her to keep it, not out of courtesy but as a reminder of her past and the actions that had led to her becoming the very first Reaper.
Stretching her neck, One tapped her fingers against her arm. The car was late. It happened on occasion, more so when it needed to pick up more than one Reaper. In this case, three new Reapers would be arriving at The Well to begin their new roles. She didn’t envy them, becoming a Reaper wasn’t an honor or a privilege, it was more of a trial, but they’d learn that soon enough.
When a thick fog appeared at the far end of the drive, One knew that it was time. A luxury car pulled up to the steps upon which she stood, a valet stepping out to open the door and usher the perplexed Reapers from the car.
“Welcome to The Well. I am Reaper No. 001, but you can call me ‘One’. Follow me.” A short but informative introduction. When she’d first been tasked with greeting new Reapers, she’d given little monologues of explanations of their situation but as the decades and eventual centuries had ticked by, she’d gradually shortened it down to one sentence.
Turning on her heel, One led the way inside the establishment they’d arrived at. The Well was a hotel of sorts a place where souls who’d died unexpectedly were brought to be processed prior to being sent on their way; whether that be to Heaven, Reincarnation, a Trial, Hell or Destruction, remained to be seen. A grand and luxurious building, it was something you expected to see out of a magazine highlighting the ‘Most Expensive Hotels in the World’ kind of deal.
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Reaper No. 001 || One ||Liaison to the Gods
