The boy let out a sigh, "I see, so it’s my last moment with you as well."
"What other thing do you wish for before I take you?" the creature asked, looking down at the boy who talked and acted far beyond his age.
Reapers don’t grant wishes, but then again they don’t talk with the victims all together, nonetheless Astral went as far as to even grow attachment.
Rohan grew thoughtful at that question before his dark eyes lit slightly. "I wish to still have my heart inside me when I die. It’s my favorite thing, and I like feeling it. It always reminds me of how different I am from the others. Will I have it with me?" he asked, watching as the creature said,
"The dead don’t carry heartbeats, but I shall grant you the wish by preserving yours somewhere. When you miss it, you can always go there in the land of the dead to feel it."
Rohan’s dark eyes glowed with excitement at the thought of having his most treasured part preserved. "I will never forget our friendship, Astral. And just so you know, I like talking with you more than anything." They stared at each other, the boy with a faint lift of his mouth and the reaper with glowing eyes, each finding peace and solace in the other’s company.
They might be of different kinds, but feelings were what mattered more.
"Me too. I like talking with you."
Two days later, Astral watched as men came in and dragged the boy away. The creature followed them to witness the way its victim would die, since the boy wasn’t sick in any way. That was when Astral realized the boy was going to die by being ripped open and having his heart taken out.
"No, not my heart! Don’t take my heart!" the boy, who had once been willing to die because his mother wanted it, cried out. His heart was the only treasure he truly valued, the one thing that made him feel alive.
A soul had never wept before, but the boy’s soul did after his death. "They took my heart... they killed me... she made them take my heart."
Astral had already carried the boy’s soul across the river when it stopped the boat, unable to bear the sound of those grief-soaked sobs and the tears of the boy who had made him feel more alive than he ever had before, a friend.
"Will you promise to take care of Kuhn for me?"
The boy’s soul looked up from where he sat in the boat, wearing the blood-stained clothes he had died in, his chest opened.
"I want to go back. I want to make them pay for taking away my only treasure... the thing that makes me feel..." He groaned in anguish, burying his face in his palms at the weight of his loss, unable to form words at the betrayal of his mother, a woman he had been willing to give everything to, even his own life, only for her to rip him apart.
"I will make you go back if you promise to do as I say," Astral said calmly, and the young Rohan stopped crying to listen.
"I will give you back the heart essence I preserved for you to plant, and it will grow back. But make sure to protect Kuhn and keep my pet with you."
"What about you?" Rohan questioned, not understanding what the creature was up to.
Astral didn’t explain more as he sent the boy, along with his pet, back to the living world. As promised, he gave the boy the essence of the heart that had been destroyed to regrow. Astral went as far as giving the boy the power to live and survive without a heart by forcing his soul back into his dead body.
"Don’t die, and hold on to life. Farewell, my friend. We shall meet again someday."
Astral knew he had committed the greatest crime with what he did, and so he decided to take another step he knew would further destroy any chance of forgiveness. The creature wanted to live again and experience life itself.
Every reaper had a past life, and Astral longed to know what his had been like, even if it would only last for a few years before everything came crumbling down on him.
Astral immediately became wanted as the Elders sensed what he had done.
The creature fled into the Chamber of Time with the pass he had as a high-ranking reaper. The time keeper there, who hadn’t yet heard about Astral’s crime, didn’t stop the reaper from entering the chamber because he had a pass.
"The Clock of Life has the power to show reapers what their past lives were like, but many choose not to look, because it’s their miserable past lives that turned them into creatures of the dead, stripped of all feeling. The Clock of Life also holds the ability to change and manipulate time, but that is strictly against the rules and laws. It’s something you can watch but must never touch, Astral." His master had told him this long before he took the form of a reaper. But Astral no longer cared about consequences.


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