The Descent: Part 3

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       As the scythe made contact with my head, I felt like I was slipping into a world of air. I felt like nothing had physical form anymore, like everything was split up into their separate atoms. I felt like I could push through them, moving through them like milk in water. I saw the world crumble, reforming into a hellish place, fire on the ground, the floor cracking, showing a fall to a demise no man would want to meet. 

      All I saw was the fire; The throne at the end of the room wasn't exactly the most noticeable thing in the world. It was sitting there, empty, like it was waiting for someone to claim it. Suddenly, the room fades out, the room where I was previously coming back into my field of view. I see the man standing there, scythe in hand, looking at me. "How do you feel?" I look at the man in astonishment at the fact I am not dead. "Well?" I look at my arms, and see a weird inscription on my arm, it's in Latin. 

    "What does this mean..?" I look at the man, watching him. He walks back and forth in the room, he faces Emily, then leans down to her. He suddenly kisses her, then vanishes. I look at her, wanting to kill that other man, wanting to break out of my restraints. I feel a fire rising inside me, then suddenly my hands burst into great flames. Emily looks at me in terror... 

    "Rob... When did he... How did you..." She looks at me like I am a monster. "Only a natural born reaper is able to summon those flames..."

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