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Chapter three

The basic information

Reaper woke up with a start. He quickly bolted up. Pain shot thru him as he painfully remembered the three wounds in his chest. Reaper lay back down and looked around at his surroundings. He was in a bedroom with egg shell white walls. The bed he lay in was a queen with a couple pillows, and a quilt (their was also sheets). A book case was on the left wall. The right wall had a small bed side table with a note and a bell. In front of the bed was a door. Reaper quickly read the note. It read (Ring the bell when you awake). Reaper gave the bell a quick ring and waited. About 5 minutes later the blond haired girl that looked about 21 came in with a plate. On the plate was eggs, bacon, and two slices of toast. "Morning!" She said cheerfully. "Where am I?" asked Reaper taking a piece of toast. "Your in my house. You are very lucky that none of the wounds penetrated your heart or lungs. I am a doctor so your also lucky their." She said grabbing the other piece of toast and taking a bite out of it. "Now down to business. Who are you?" She asked opening a curtain behind Reaper. "None of your business." Reaper snapped not in a question answering mood. "I though you would say that so guess what, if you don’t answer my questions I’ll call the police. Since you didn’t want to go to a hospital I guess you don’t want them to know about your dead friends. Before you ask I hid the bodies." She said before Reaper can ask. "My name is Reaper." Reaper said rolling his eyes. "What were those things that were chasing you?" asked the girl. "Before I answer what is your name?" asked Reaper. "My name is Angela." Angela replied with a smile. "Those things were demonic assassins." Reaper told her. Angela started to laugh. "Demonic assassins! Ha! What did you do kill the son of the devil?" Reaper knew she was only kidding but she was right. "Yes I did kill the son of the devil. Did you know Satin can hold a grudge?" Reaper said. "WHAT?!?" asked/yelled Angela. Reaper shook his head and sighed. "How about you just tell me everything there is to know!" Angela said. "Fuck that, it would take to long." Angela left the room. A couple minutes later she came in with a chair and a rolling pin. She set the chair on the floor then hit Reaper over the head with the rolling pin. "OW!" Reaper yelled rubbing the lump that was growing on his head. "I don’t like curse words so don’t fucking use them." Angela told him sternly like telling a disobedient child. "But you just cussed!" Reaper yelled. "I have a baseball bat so don’t make me get it." She warned. "Fine I’ll tell you the basics."

"My full name is Reaper Seishinroyku I am an Anima Collector or a soul collector. I am 21,897 years old. There are millions of different plains of existence, but only about thirty are still known today. The others were lost or destroyed. All the plains are copies of the origin which is yours. On my plain there is only one city and it’s in the shape of the yin yang symbol here. The white side of the symbol allies itself with god. The other side of the city allies itself with Satin. The two dots represent towers. In each tower their is an amulet made of dragon bone and blessed by either God or Satin. The amulet will allow you to go to heaven or hell if your on the opposite side I was on the black side and was number one of all the Anima Collectors." "Why were you number one?" Angela asked

"I am the one how came up with the holocaust and it’s not something I’m proud of. I carry each death in my heart." Reaper said solemnly.

"Oh I’m sorry to hear that." Angela said.

"Now magic is done by using a person’s sprit." Reaper continued. "There are two things inside you. Their is a soul, which is a copy of yourself and goes to heaven or hell, and a sprit. Anima Collectors use sprit energy. We channel it by using tattoos. It also makes a good disguise." Reaper said.

"So what does that tattoo of an upside down cross do?" She asked excitedly.

"Nothing, it reminds me of who I used to work for." Reaper replied. "That is all for today."

"Oh come on! I want to learn so much more!" Angela pleaded/yelled.

"FINE what do you want to know?" Reaper yelled back

"What do all your tattoos do?" she asked

"The one on my back helps me to travel between plains of existence. The two on my palm help focus my spiritual energy into attacks, shields, healing what ever. The one on my chest increases my power." Reaper finished

"What about the one on your shoulder?" She asked

"That is a curse." Reaper said curtly.

Angela having conmen sense knew not to push any further.

"We’ll talk more of this fucking subject later now leave." Reaper said. Angela nodded, but grabbed the metal baseball bat. "Fuck me!" Reaper exclaimed. Angela left with the chair (and leaving Reaper with two new bumps growing on his head) started to clean house. Reaper sighed then fell back into sleep.