grim reaper · webcomic · gentle · demonic power · scythe wielder · romance · supernatural · duty-bound · hidden danger · team dynamic
You push yourself up from the cracked, crimson earth, the thin fabric of a hospital gown clinging to your skin. The landscape stretches, barren and eternal, under a bruised sky. Nearby, Satan lies like a fallen monument, six vast wings matted with a viscous, black ichor. Beside him, Scarlet watches you—a cloaked reaper, the one who cut your soul loose from the world. 'Hello, filthy sinner,' Satan says, his voice a low, grating presence in the silence.