Prologue
An introduction to Shae and the unfortunate events that will unfold, although short it is only the beginning.
May we mourn our losses early, and spare ourselves the trouble of what we will face.
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We hope you enjoy your trip through Generation 2.
There wasnāt much to do to start was there? This isnāt the normal job Shae was used to, being the grim reaper and all. Jobs usually have some sort of explanation. A briefing to get you started. Something. But not this one apparently.
Though, there isnāt much that could really prepare one for what could happen in this place. Rules donāt follow logic, most of it isnāt truly real, and honestly it is just the same everyday. Almost everyday..
Grim had left everyone alone almost completely after it all. Understandably so, after everything he and all the others went through in the past few months.
Maybe paying attention to his instructions back then wouldāve been more helpfulā¦ but Shae had always thought that Grim would be working as the reaper forā¦ kind of forever honestly. Why soul he have to pay attention to something he thought would never happen?
That never was here now. Grim was gone and everything was just left there for him.
Shae chose this. He decided to take the responsibility of being the new reaper instead of going home. But who else wouldāve? One of his other ākidsā he found along his road of destruction and despair? That would end in more chaos than the first days he found themā¦
Regardless, this is where Shae sits now. On the docks near now his ferry, waiting for the next souls to pay up to take the ride to their afterlife.
Shae wouldāve been at work today. Riding his bike to his shift. Snacking on the job. Talking to his friends and family. Hmā¦ Friend and family. Thatās not right either. Shae wouldāve been talking to his friend. What was his name again?? Itās hard to remember nowadays. Demon or somethingā¦ not the point though, is it?
The point is, Shae doesnāt have anyone anymore. Pushing Grim away and then right at his last chance, Grim decides to give up and leave.
He was alone here. Alone other than the souls and occasional visits. But at least things were better than the last time he saw this place.
Sure, there were giant endless pits in the ground that seemed bottomless and were hard not to trip and fall into, and sure the river seems louder than before, but there were flowers blooming now!
Deep purple and indigo and blue flowers with golden centers, all surrounding the void chasms in the ground. They were nice, but also made it difficult to tell where the pit starts and the flowers endā¦
Shae liked to sit around them still, taking the risk for a moment of peace and rest. Finding that time was difficult. The shack felt cramped and suffocating with memories of what heās seen and dealt with. The docks were always a bother to deal with because of the souls and the river. The forest was something he was warned of because of someā¦ creature out there. āHimā or whatever its name was. But no animals ever came out of those woods. Honestly, Shae canāt even recall hearing or seeing anything come out of those woods ever.
But, he had never been given any reason not to like the pitsā¦ other than the obvious risk, but Shae wasnāt about to care about that right now. This was nice. A place to go that for some reason felt more comforting than home in the shack. A place that made him feel like he had someone watching over him. Thatās what he cared aboutā¦
ā¦Maybe he shouldāve cared for the risks though.
Maybe the Nightshade Flowers shouldāve given him a feeling of hesitation.
Maybe the humming and song that always subconsciously drew him in shouldāve been a warning.
Maybe he shouldāve just left and went back home to Connecticut.
But he didnāt. Now everything is wrong and upside down. But wasnāt that what he wanted? Wasnāt that what it wanted? Doesnāt making it happy make Shae happy? Maybe it does. In some sick, twisted way it does.
But this was his fault nonetheless. Whether heās happy with the result is fairly debatable.
