It was like a creeping terror--every second that passed drawing the terror closer and closer, tightening like a net around him. Hi time alive had been given a definite timer and that time had just run out.
Death looked down at the soul in his hand, having been summoned by some force, marking this young man as a target. He had answered the call, and now the soul was his. It was young, very young, but there was the cruel jest of life. Those that were brave and young rarely lived long. Bravery and youth, after all, usually equated to foolishness, and this soul certainly seemed to have a great deal of it.
His fingers closed around it and he took it, leaving the fallen youth on the ground where his body dropped, turning and vanishing back into the nether with his prize.
Initially, I didn't have a clue how I was going to pull this one off. But then, I was playing Darksiders 2 and realized, "Hey! Duh! I've got a reaper-figure in my collection!" And thus, this pic was made! To enjoy~!
I don't own the characters, the models, etc. etc.