1 Chaper 1 - Purpose

"So this is it huh." In a room full of light and grief strickened people, there was a man lying in a wide bed as his so called last thoughts drifted in his mind. ~Welp, *deeply sighed* I already achieved my goals in life and I could say I can die now. Its just a shame I wouldnt be able to taste my wife's cooking anymore, or play with my grand children, oh, and if I knew this day would come today then, I should've finished that one netflix series, the one with a bladed hat man.~

The man felt no grief, no relief, he simply felt nothing, while laying down waiting for his final verdict. ~now wheres that thing they say that shows in front of you before you die?~ a few more second had past, then suddenly, a grim reaper appeared beside his bed. Its face cannot be seen even when its black clothe is openly exposing it, and instead of a scythe, it was holding an oar. Out came its menacing distorted voice when it uttered "its time" which the man then followed up with "could you please wait a minute, Im waiting for that thing" the reaper was stunned but still it agreed "oh, uhh, sure, I guess" and so they waited. Until finally everything the man sees in his surrounding, changed. It showed the mans birth, growth, maturation, and lastly getting old before finally dying.

After flashing all of the mans life memories, he and the reaper found themselves in a vast open land of darkness. Looking around, he saw a river with no horizon, a stair with unforseeable destination, and a giant hole with an abbyssal opening, as well as an abundant amount of living things especially walking humans and animals floating around in the dark skies along with their personal reapers.

But what startled him, was the fact that he saw a humanoid creature and a horse with one pointed horn in a far distance. The man asked his reaper. "hey, uhm, so you're my servant right? So may I ask where are we? Am I in heaven? Who am I kidding, im totally in hell right? And why are the other black clothed people are holding a scythe and the others are even armored? While you're holding an oar, you look kinda lame with that you know."

The reaper patiently answered while trying to hide its non-existent pissed off expression.

"First of all, I am not your servant, we are what you humans call a grim reaper, and we are now in limbo. A place for the souls awaiting their judgement of damnation, salvation, or reincarnation." After the reaper explained, the man said. "You still haven't explained about

the oar" the reaper answered. "Whats wrong with my oar? The scythe wielding reapers are to assist the malevolent souls until they're proven guilty, the scythe are for intimidation and hooking the souls before forcibly throwing them to the pit of infernal damnation. While the armored reapers are assisting those benevolent ones until they reached the gates of salvation." The man, still confused, asked again. "So why an oar?" The reaper said "its for paddling in the river of reincarnation. Unlike the other souls that are destined to be damned or saved before reincarnating again, you still have a purpose."