ROTS

ROTS was born into a rich family, you'd think they would lead a normal life, one that didn't end up with them making a deal with an all powerful reaper. But, their family was neglectful, only paying attention to the young kid when deemed necessary- or when there was other family around. They tried everything just to make their family pay attention- they didn't even cared when it was too late. When ROTS fell into the wrong crowd and changed from a young cheerie kid, to the assasian willing to do anything for the right price.

They were the reason they ended up making a deal with Silveware, setting them up for an ultimately sour deal- they didnt accept what they had done, they weren't ready to lay down their life. Eyes closed, laying in a pool of their own blood, in a dimly lit alleyway.

"I don't want to die"

thats all they could think, as their body started to give out, no one was going to come help them. No one who would care knew where they were.

An erie silence surrounded them, and for a moment time paused, a gruff voice spoke, "I know who you are, I've been paying attention to what you've been doing. I want to help you, make a deal- if you accept you will work as my assistant and you'll survive this, along with some changes. If not? I will let you die here, I could care less if you died here, after all I see hundreds of you every day." ROTS eyes darted to the figure, their eyes glowing in the light, a large scythe accompaning them- sometimes catching the streetlights glow on the blade.

"I don't want to die," Their voice hoarse and weak, pain surging through them, every word spoken hurt even more, "please, I'll accept. Just don't let me die"

And just like that, they could feel as their body transformed, their face tearing itself apart- replacing their face with a black void and white eyes, seering hot pain filled their body. The world no longer knew the old ROTS- everyone forgot about them, only assuming they'd died or moved and it had been so long even ROTS forgot their old name.