[Siberian]

Reapers were huddled up next to a fireplace. All basic class reapers, having little spare time and even less rights. In the new order, it had all boiled down to the working class. A forced increase in souls at the expense of everything they held dear. They treasured the moments where they were able to get together. Though spirits were low, and a loud sigh passed the group.

“I can't even remember the good times anymore.” The reaper broke down into tears, something most of them wished to do from time to time. Those that came before the corruption craved to return to that time, and those that came after couldn't help but regret their decision. Times were hard, there was no denying that, and those that didn't thrive were cast aside.

It wasn't always bad. Sometimes there was a general pride that could be felt. Pride that the flow of souls was running correctly. A certain pride in their work. But this pride was often overshadowed by the cost. Long hours, harsh orders, and broken relationships. Even the economy became dire. With the increase in souls there was a gross inflation, and it became even harder for lower class reapers to buy luxury items. The gap in rank only grew.

To cast off the gloomy mood, one reaper started to tell stories, keeping the group occupied for a moment, his dark blue eyes shining in the flickering light of the fire. Laughter soon filled the room as the stories got more ridiculous. A perfect moment in a cascade of bad. Sometimes they wondered why they kept going, if this was all worth it. But they had made a promise to the poor unfortunate souls that needed to be set free, and they would honour that. Another reaper began with a story, more smiles could be seen. They wouldn't be able to stay for long, but for now, things were good.

A cup of coffee was passed around. Another issue in the realm. With the new laws, cure-infused coffee had become a luxury product rather than a necessity, and thus it had created an underground network of coffee dealers which the basic class had most control over. The one thing they could control. Had to control. Without the modified coffee, they would lose all they'd have left. The deterioration would start up again, and none fancied losing their skin and looks. Their last remaining shred of humanity. It was only natural that they descended into the crime. It was a miracle that they hadn't been caught yet.

The door creaked open, causing the whole group to fall silent and look over. The breeze played with the fire for a brief moment, sending crackling sparks into the air before the door was closed quickly and the new reapers hurried over to the group. “We did it! We have all their patrol routes marked down and we have a complete map of the inner city!”

A few confused looks were thrown around before someone spoke up. “And why do we need this? We already have our coffee routes.”

The new reaper shook his head and chuckled. “Because we're not passing around coffee. We're organising a resistance.”

A flicker of hope.

[increase the darkness]

Writing by DoctorDraca
Art by me

[CompleteCuriosity]

MALAKAIIII

OH MY GOSH HE'S SO CUTE!!


Sib this is amazing :O

[Siberian]

MALAKAIIII

OH MY GOSH HE'S SO CUTE!!


Sib this is amazing :O

Aww thank you! 8D

[LOCW_Bluestarwarrior]

OOOOH yay!

[Archaic_GreenEye]

Wow this is dark 0.0

[Siberian]

OOOOH yay!

8D

Wow this is dark 0.0

Just you wait. It gets even better.
hehehehehehehehehehehe

[swampfiend]

i love this hnng
The writing is amazing, the art is amazing,
and both together are SUPERCALIFRAGILISTICSOMETHINGSOMETHING BLAH BLAH.
Love it. <3

[Siberian]

i love this hnng
The writing is amazing, the art is amazing,
and both together are SUPERCALIFRAGILISTICSOMETHINGSOMETHING BLAH BLAH.
Love it. <3

Thank you! c:

Also, now part four is up!

[Streak]

OMG I LOVE THIS!!!