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Apr 2014
Do you ever
wish you could just
throw yourself into
the blackness and
the cold and
the loneliness just so
you can be rid of
it all?
The pain and
the misery and
the suffering and
the perpetual despair
and you just want
everything to disappear,
and you welcome us like
you expect your death to be
warm and
inviting and
almost like a hug.
It pains us so, sometimes;
how you all seem to
crave our scythes.
A friendly (?) note from the Reapers of souls. I don't know. It's sort of grim (AHAHAHA GET IT BECAUSE THEY'RE REAPERSΒ Β AHAHA no) but still, whatever. Good enough for me.

As a note - this particular Reaper is a character creation of mine by the name of Iris. He's just your regular Reaper.
Castiel
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Castiel
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     Alex, --- and Ariel Taverner
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