Worried Reaper

“Hmm. So, he failed. Did I expect too much from a fool?”

In a realm that embraced darkness and chaos more than it did order, the Reaper sat on a throne higher and greater than any other in the universe. Fire and lightning dominated this realm, and the winds that blew over were too violent to be sought by anyone. Tornados and tsunamis co-existed in a chaotic harmony that was bolstered by the constant earthquakes and violent tremors; yet in all this, the Reaper sat confidently and calmly. His throne was unmoved neither was his frame. He regarded everything calmly and confidently, for he was the Reaper!

“I guess this was a lapse in judgement on my part. Asking a fool who had lived his entire life in the shadow of his father to take command was a mistake. I guess that makes me a fool as well.”

The Reaper chuckled softly, causing the rampaging elements to momentarily lose their power. Peace returned to this realm for a few seconds before chaos erupted again. It was almost as though the ele