Sneak Peek - Superstition S3 (1) (Patreon)

“Open your eyes.” I do, and they widen with interest, which also causes them to glow brighter. The first thing I notice is my sclera. The entire thing is black with no pupil to discern. No, I only now had a bright, glowing orange iris. A dark mist leaks off of me, pooling at my feet before crawling outwards and then dispersing. I raise a hand to my cheek, unsurprised when I touch flesh though I did believe that nothing would rest there. It was dark, but I could see just the hint of my facial structure still there. It was as if a shadow had come over me, but it wasn’t strong enough to block the entirety out.

“For now, your form isn’t as … profound as mine. But that’s because you are still only a hybrid. You are neither true reaper nor true human. And so your form will resemble that, existing somewhere in the middle.”

“Not a skeleton?”

“I have no understanding of where that fallacy originated from,” he sighs, “though I suppose I can understand it. Mortals think of death and see a withered form. The most withered form is that of a skeleton. But that decipherment of death is limited when the true meaning of death goes far deeper.”

I continue to look myself over, only pausing when I see Death shift. He nods to the door, and I abandon my reflection to turn to him.

“I must go. I have a few things that need my attention. I will come and find you later today though, we still have things to discuss.”

“And what do I do in the meantime?”

“Whatever you wish,” he tells me and heads out, and I find myself alone. I wander back into the main training hall area just in time to see the other reapers gathered together, discussing something with one another. Perhaps I could continue to explore. Hopefully, I wouldn’t get lost.