The Reaper's Diary

Ever wondered what happens when life ends? I no longer wonder. For he stood before me, clothed in a dark fabric that seemed darker than the night itself. A Grim Reaper...was the thought that flashed through my mind as I stared with my mouth agape. "Edgar?" the Reaper asked in a silky voice as he flipped through the pages of a book with his deformed hands, glancing from the book to me and back again. I nodded, mouth still agape. Still staring. I had always imagined a Reaper's voice to be scary. Definitely not like his. "Well," the Reaper continued, "it says in my Diary that we are to have coffee at my place at this very hour. So come along. It will be fun," he drawled, his head dipping slightly closer to me. The Reaper's face was in complete darkness, hidden by whatever mystical force all Reaper Hoods seemed to possess. Though I could not see his eyes, I swore he had winked at me as he slowly turned and led the way... ========================================================== Hi folks! I was very very conflicted when the Reaper hood was introduced. I tried many designs with different races, genders, color, professions but was never really satisfied. I didn't want my Reaper to be like every other Reaper! But the problem was, when you put the Reaper Hood on, you look like every other Reaper =/ Still, I hope you like my version! I love especially the creepy feeling the chest piece gave the look.