I knew I could collect souls, no matter how much of a disadvantage I would be playing at.
I looked Kustus in the face, and he looked back at me with piercing eyes like javelins.

"I'm ready for the blood...... I mean to collect souls. I'm ready to become a reaper. I'm ready," I insisted, but my father didn't believe me after my lie.

"Maybe so, but as it stands, you need training," Kustus replied.

"You will receive training equipment to help you with your fear of blood," he added.

"Like a fake scythe, or a dummy filled with ketchup to stimulate blood?" I pondered.

"Almost, but we will stimulate a real scene," he replied. "Come with me,"

So I went with him through a dark, winding, curving hall lit with tall and short candles, melted and new, bright and dim, we wandered almost aimlessly, until we came to a dark dungeon-like room, with a corpse lying pale, aside from the burn marks across his long skinny arms, and bony rib cage, as if he hadn't eaten in a week.

"Now, you take your scythe," which materialized out of absolutely nowhere, which looked like a sword, and a pruning hook mixed into one, "and put in in his throat," he said pointing to the body, "then push down, down, down, until you feel a catch, then pull sharp up, and something resembling light and fire mixed should come out, if it's not the heart." He said this last five words with a devious smile, and a chuckle that made me cringe.

I did as I was told to do, but the first time, my reaping tool was positioned in the wrong spot, pushing it through the back of his pale neck. I heard the cracking of his spine underneath my pressure. Blood seeped out the back of his skull, like the current of a stream. The second time it went down his throat, and caught, so I pulled up, but I got two of what I thought looked like lungs. Red liquid was everywhere like a wave of water hit us just as Moses turned the Nile to blood. I tripped out!!!! I screeched more high pitched than Cilan ever could've imagined, as I ran for the door, as an attempt to keep my sanity, but Kistus managed to lock it so fast it was as if he used the Colloportus charm from Harry Potter.

"I'm TRAPPED!!!!!!!" I called to Cilan, who I didn't know where he had gone to. "Come and SAVE ME!!!!!!!!"

"Your going to be doing this for an eternity, so just get used to it," The God of The Hunt said as he held his head in his hand.

"Do you know how much I'm afraid of blood?" Asked Vincent in a panicked voice.

"I know everything about you, knew everything about you before you were even born. I know all!" Exclaimed Kustus.

To be continued in Vol. 2
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