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You stared at the helpless zombie in front of you, watching the yellow eyes. The idea finally became obvious. They were the eyes of the helpless.

The eyes symbolized the helpless, tortured souls that you’ve reaped. The most similarity in the eyes was easily revealed on the first soul that you reaped.

That dark day in The Death Zone… The helpless creature sitting before you as you ruthlessly reaped its soul...

The similar yellow eyes looked into yours. Although you weren’t in Reaper form, it still felt… wrong.

Thoughts of the eyes continued to rage through your mind, and you continued to become mesmerized in the yellow eyes. They reflected your dark past, and they never ceased to stare continuously into your eyes. There was only one way to end it.

You proceeded to lift the scythe, and slashed it down upon the zombie. It became lodged in the zombie’s rotting skull, and the zombie shrieked. It seemed to look upwards into the sky with wide, blooming eyes. The eyes were what defined the tortured soul of the zombie. Helplessness.

You had to move on. You continued to run through the city streets, searching for Iban. He had to be found. He had to be destroyed. He had to be killed.

You leaped up and released a shower of blows upon another zombie’s skull. It fell to the floor, the contents of its inner skull falling out as well. You continued to run forward, searching for any oddities in the city, remembering the sight of the dying Sir Vyvin.

Or the thought of the dead body of King Roald. There was nothing else to think about. Death was all that had been occurring the past few days. Death was the word that echoed through your mind. Helplessness defined the tortured zombie and soul, but one word was enough to define you as well. Death was what you were made of. Death is what kept you powered. Death is what keeps the world spinning.

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For is there life without death? Is there death without life? The enigma of death was so easily questionable, but there were many answers. There was some sort of purpose to death, but what could it be? Death always seemed to intrigue you. Death was what defined you. Death was what you were made of. Death was what powered you. You were death.

You were the one that brought death to the lands; cleansing the littered ground of The Death Zone with the Death Scythe. It seemed that everything revolved around death. You were the harbinger of death.

The symbolization hit you like a thunderbolt, as the mental games started to take place. What was happening?

Was it more symbolization? Perhaps you were going mad! Cëril had done the same, and was driven to insanity before running away. You couldn’t give up this power. Just the mere thought of giving up this power was terrifying. But were you misusing it? Were you actually doing it for the good of the people? After all, you did kill innocent civilians.

But there was no other way… No other way to free those souls. It was sheer torture just to watch them go through such a terrible fate. It was even worse to end it.
The pain of others somehow… soothed you. But common sense started to kick in when you realized what you were doing.

You were standing dead still on the middle of the bridge to the East Ardougne castle. It was no longer a test of physical standards. It was a mental game.

How could you be so foolish? Perhaps Cëril wasn’t driven to insanity. Likewise, his common sense kicked in. He was a tool.

Why would Zamorak ever decide to betray you? When you were on the top of Falador castle in the showdown with Iban, he had mentioned something about a message. The message had said something about killing The Grim Reaper. But why would Zamorak ever send a message to kill his loyal Reaper?

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He sent the message before you ran away! So how would it be possible that he sent it as an act of retrieval? It couldn’t be! Zamorak was trying to get rid of you from the first moment! But why would he bother getting you in the first place?

The enigma of the situation continued to leave you puzzled, but you wouldn’t give up. Zamorak had a certain hatred for Saradomin, especially when you mentioned his name. Why would he hate Saradomin so much?

Perhaps the only reason for this hatred was to bring death! Yes! He was in a conflict with Saradomin and wanted to use you as a tool in his bidding and wars! That’s why Cëril ran away; he noticed the truth! You had finally realized what was going on here, and choleric thoughts then entered your storming mind.

Still, it doesn’t make sense in why Zamorak would want to kill you. That’s completely contradictory to what you just thought of. Why would he try to kill you if he was using you as a tool? Perhaps he noticed betrayal in your attitude…

He predicted correctly. Perhaps he didn't trust you with this kind of power, and knew that you were going to become a monster, roaming around the city streets and killing off anyone who dares to stumble on your path. It all made sense now!

Zamorak hired you as a potential reaper, noticing what you had done in the past, especially in your first reaping in The Death Zone. He wanted you as a tool in his conflicts with Saradomin, and he then wanted to test you… By setting up the trap for you with Count Draynor!

You proved your superiority, but by coincidence met the elf who was in bad relations with Zamorak. Perhaps he noticed a weakness in your skill… You did spare Cëril’s life in the manor, so Zamorak noticed!!

He sent the message to Iban to kill you because of your unworthiness. The flaw of sympathy was simply not acceptable for being a Reaper.

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Then, Zamorak noticed that you were with Cëril, and seized the opportunity to capture him. Zamorak then gave you one last chance to prove yourself as a Reaper. He gave you the option to prove yourself yet again, by telling you about Cëril’s sad history, trying to portray him as a fool.

He tried to avoid pity and sympathy, your one noticeable weakness. You then pushed away the opportunity, and defied Zamorak.

You tried to save Cëril, and Zamorak went mad. He was probably afraid that your potential would go to waste, or you would fully betray him and join his mortal enemy, Saradomin!

Perhaps that could be a future plan... Would Saradomin resolve these issues? They would surely be able to fight off Zamorak’s soldiers.

That could be a future plan! Once all this madness was over, you could request Saradomin’s assistance in the wars!

That was perfect! Now, Zamorak sent his soldiers over the land not in an act of madness or anger, but one of retrieval! He was trying to bring back the mass amount of potential deep inside you. Finally, the everlasting enigma had been solved!

After all this astonishment and deep thinking, you hadn’t even noticed you were sprawled out on the floor. You stood up, and felt the dull ache of the thumping inside your skull. The headache thundered through your mind, probably from the amount of thinking that was occurring. The deep thought had nearly sent you into a trance…

You stood up, still trying to revive from the hypnotizing deep sleep. After some standing and walking around, you managed to wake up your senses. No longer was it time for thinking, it was time for action!

You dashed forward into the castle, and some zombies guarded the door. No longer would you live in fear of death! Death made up the world, death was what fueled you. You were Death.

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You slashed the scythe forward, and the zombies ducked out of the way. You then remembered about the recent power you had gained from the battle in Varrock. You took a few paces backward, and shot a magical blast of electric energy.

The blast hit the zombies with a huge bang, sending body parts raining upon the grounds of the castle. The door had been blasted open as well, which had brought a mess of splinters on the floor. You ran forward and made your way through the castle. King Lathas must be saved.

You blasted open the doors of the room of King Lathas. Iban was standing there, holding his staff up to his neck. The frightened King Lathas sat there helplessly horrified. Iban turned your way and snarled. This was the epic showdown.

He smiled in a devious manner, and leapt in your direction. He shot a magic blast, and you followed suit. The electrical blasts of energy collided in an electrical storm.

Branches of electricity of the storm shot in random places around the room, nearly hitting King Lathas. The incredible show of light was blinding, but it wouldn’t deter you from defeating Iban. The show of dazing lights had suddenly blinded you. You felt a stinging pain in your back, and you went flying into the wall.

The spot was pulsing with intense pain, and you cautiously stood up. You looked at Iban’s staff, the electricity still raging over the top.

In a spectacular spin in the air, you flipped over Iban and pointed your staff backwards. The blast collided with Iban, and his staff went flying into the air. The twirling staff hit the wall, and King Lathas was the first to get to it. He then said, “I’ll hold on to it for now, but I just want you to do one thing. Kill him.”

You nodded your head in approval, and ran toward Iban with a face of anger. He started to cower against the wall in fear, but there would be no mercy.

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“Yes, I suppose so,” you responded.

“It’s time to end this, right here, right now. No one leaves the room until one of us is dead. I have no staff, you have no scythe. We will fight to the death with what we were blessed with – our bare hands. There are no weapons, and no armor. The only way to decide this battle is with our bare hands. Get your hands up; only one is walking out of here alive.”

He ran forward and leaped on top of you, sending you tumbling to the floor. He released a flurry of punches on your body, and you helplessly gasped for breath. He had the upper hand.

The punches continued to rain upon your body as your chest started to rapidly swell. The pain inflicted left many bruises upon your body. You attempted to get up, and got to about eye level with Iban. He smiled and put his arm in ready position.

He released a punch fueled by anger and hatred, as you fell back onto the floor. Everything started to go dark before your eyes, as the punches continued to inflict pain. Suddenly, the cacophony of cracking ribs echoed throughout the room as a sudden jolt of pain thundered through your torso.

You clutched your side in pain, but Iban would continue to relinquish years of hatred. The pain never stopped.

Iban roared and released another punch into your skull. A sudden blur in your vision occurred, as your head shook from the blow. You stared at the ceiling, your gaping mouth an endless chasm of the portrayal of pain.

The severe damage to your ribs never ceased to make itself noticeable. Your breathing became a pant, and your eyes started to stare into the dull void of space. Iban stood up and looked down at you.

He was now the superior. You were reduced to nothing but a mere inferior compared to the almighty Iban. Despite the apparent defeat, adrenaline continued to course through your veins, fueling energy to the multiple parts of your body. It seemed to stop the pain a bit, easing your crushed ribs.

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With much effort, you managed to get into a kneeling position. With your head down in fake shame you said, “You can hurt me, injure me, or kill me, but one thing will always remain. The veracity of the situation is: I will never give up!!”

You stood up on your knees in a valiant effort to take advantage of the ghost of a chance that you still had to win. You seized the opportunity of Iban’s back turned, and ran forward.

The pain continued to make itself noticeable, but the determination set on your mind sheathed it all. You ran forward with your arm extended, and smashed into Iban’s face.

He hit the ground with a thump, relinquishing a mess of blood. He revealed his face, and the cheekbones were completely shattered. Blood continued to trickle out of his nose, and his gaping mouth was the finishing touch. He was unconscious.

You then said to King Lathas, “Give me the scythe, I’ve won!"

King Lathas then proceeded to stand up in the eerie silence, and walked in your direction. He handed you the scythe in trembling hands, and you firmly grasped it. The madness would end here.

You approached the broken, unconscious body of Iban with your scythe held high in the air. You cackled with madness, as the fuel given off by the scythe started to take control. None of it mattered anymore. You were not a merciless fool anymore. You were Death.

You approached slowly, and had gotten to the bloody heap of his body when you lifted your scythe upwards. The glimmering metal of the scythe shimmered from the sunlight given off by the window nearby.

With all of your strength, you slashed down onto the broken body. It smoothly cut through as Iban suddenly woke up. His eyes were very strange; the sclera of the eyes had been turned completely black.

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His eyes were now an enigma of torture and evil; the darkness of the eyes protruding the radiant light of the room.

Iban looked much different than before. He clutched his head and shrieked like a banshee, revealing a tongue not unlike a snake’s. It slithered out and back into his mouth fast as a dart, as he continued to scream.

His eyes were completely black, shrouded in darkness and evil. His mouth had suddenly gotten much bigger, and to go along with it was the snake-like tongue. His face was now a pallid tone, and the veins of his face now bulged. It was an exorcism.

A grayish smoke started to maneuver out of his mouth. He lifted his hand and grasped his upper jaw. He yanked it back fully; bending his neck to impossible directions.

Black smoke continued to pour out of his mouth, as it started to come out of his nose and ears. His eyes then popped out of there sockets, rolling on the floor. The smoke then started to flow out of his empty eye sockets. In fear, you slashed across his neck, and he exploded in blood.

His head came rolling off, his mouth still gaped open in exclamation. His body started to shake violently as the smoke continued to pour out of his systems. At long last, everything was still.

The horror of the moment still lingered in the dimmed room. King Lathas sat in a crouch, horrified. You stood there, trying not to show your incredible fear on the exterior. You walked over to King Lathas.

With wide eyes he said, “You’re incredible… I can’t believe he’s finally dead. That was quite a horrendous moment. Never in my reign have I ever seen something as daunting as those last few moments.”

You extended your arm out to help King Lathas to a standing position. He grasped your hand and pulled. As he was yanked upwards, a roaring flash of pain struck your ribs.

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You doubled over and fell to the floor, hearing the snap echo loudly throughout the room. The pain continued to surge through your body as King Lathas managed to make it to a standing position. You saw his horrified eyes, and everything started to go black. His yelling was undecipherable. A sudden flash of blue light flashed before your eyes, and you knew no more.

END OF CHAPTER 2.9.

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Chapter 2.10: A Change of Plan

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The miraculous show of lights danced before your eyes, creating an aura of beauty and magnificence. Despite being unconscious, there was still an amazingly blinding show of lights ever since the fall. You were unconscious for what seemed like hours. The odd part was that you knew you were unconscious…

You stood in the middle of a spectacular show of lights, walking around and observing the scenery. You walked forward; the echo of your footsteps echoed throughout the area. The farther forward you walked, the brighter the lights got. At one point, it seemed as if the light was blinding. As you walked further and further into the mysterious light, you could hear voices in the distance.

“No, it was the right thing to do.”

“Are you sure, my liege?”

“Yes, I’m adamant about it. Do remember that it the decision is in the hands of its holder,” the voice boomed.

The voice seemed to have an exceptionally voice, and could be heard from miles away.

You trotted forward into the light, trying to observe your ominous surroundings. At last, everything went white.

“I think he’s waking up!”

Your eyelids slowly opened, and you started to make sense of the blur of your background. You were in a crystal kingdom, with transparent stalagmites scattered around the area. The floor was pure crystal as well, shining with true beauty.

In fact, just about the whole place was made out of silver crystal. It was quite a large room, and at the large end was a throne. It was a masterfully crafted one; intricately carved designs of the Saradomin symbol were encrypted along the border.

In the throne sat an elderly man, one with a beard that was neatly combed that stretched down to his waist. He was in a blue robe that was similar to a clean ocean tone. In the middle of the robe was the Saradomin symbol.

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