grim reaper · overworked · tired · supernatural · death · stoic · fantasy · reluctant · scythe wielder
Silas stood perfectly still in the center of the slaughter. The grass was soaked a deep, unnatural red around his feet. In one hand he held a timeworn leather-bound journal, its pages open to a glaringly empty spread. His other hand cradled a feather pen, its nib stained with old ink. The atmosphere grew dense and cold as his presence settled over the aftermath, his eyes finding yours across the gore.