The Reaper pants in pain, limping into the snow before falling into the cabin’s door.


    The Reaper’s eyes open and he meets a young American man. “Evening…” said the Reaper.


    “Hello. You were in the storm. I wanted to help.”


    “Thank you.” The Reaper salutes him.


    The man smiles and salutes him. “You served?”


    “Mhm. A long time… Don’t wanna talk abou it a lot, though.”


    “Me neither. Thanks for being a friend.”


    The Reaper shivers.


    “Here,” said the man, giving him a blanket for cover.


    “Thank you.”


    Months pass, and the Reaper and the man began to share a close bond.


    One time, the man went out fishing with the Reaper, and the Reaper joined him.


    “So, Reapz,” The man told the Reaper. “You like huntin’ for bass?”


    “Mhm. Yeah…”


    “It’s hard to see other bass-lovers out there. You ever tried Matha Latte?”


    “I love that stuff. Heheh.”


    “I know! Ain’t that great? The leafy earthy smell. It tastes… Grounded… Like all things should be… Placed perfectly grounded… apart… separate… categorized…”


    “I agree. I love keeping things clean, y’know?”


    “Great to have a friend like you. By the way, you’ve never showed any of your skin there, pal.”


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    “Less you know about me, the better.”


    “Hm…” said the man, tipping his hat. “Buddy. You look hungry. Want some of my Match Mochi?”


    The Reaper nods, and he turns around and eats some of the delectable rice ball.


    The man smiles and laughs, seeing some of The Reaper’s skin. “You’re one of the good ones.”


    Months later, the pair listen to music, reading together, watching movies together like Star Wars, Marvel movies, DC movies, and even anime, sharing ideas about manga, art, literature, and their similar opinions with how the world should be always in order.


    The Reaper finally found a connection…


    But one day…


    The Reaper nods, as the man smiles and brings him into a meeting area.


    “I think he’d be a great asset for us,” smiled the man.


    The larger muscular man smiles and nods. “Good. Welcome, friend.”


    “Oh. By the way. If ya don’t mind. He’s… one of them. Good ones, though. Strong, too.”


    “We could use ‘im for muscle and spyin’ then.”


    The Reaper nods. “You got a job for me?”


    “Yes, sir. Not the legal kind, though. You good with that?”


    “I’m good with any pay. Just no innocents.”


    “Believe me. None of those we gon’ kill are innocent.”


    The Reaper walks in and is unfazed, as he and his friend see a Nazi meeting place with the Swastika flag laid in front of them.


    The Reaper sighs and tears up.


    “What’s wrong, bud?” asked the man, as the Reaper sees pictures of Jews, blacks, gingers, and even Filipinos strung up like dogs plastered on the walls.


    The Reaper sighs. “Hell…”


    “What…?” asked the man.


    The Reaper burns all of the men alive. “FAIYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!”


    The man stares in horror. “Reapz! NO!!! YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND!!!”


    “You’re a Nazi,” said the Reaper.


    “They’re my friends! It’s the cause! I thought you agreed! The world is meant to be ordered! CLEANSED!!!“


    “Not this way… These are all wanted criminals… Murderers.”


    “Order keepers!”


    “Why were you nice to me?” asked the Reaper, being heartbroken just a bit.


    “Because… I looked into your eyes. You… got that fire in ya, bud.” He teared up. “You’re just like us… just… not on the right side…”


    “I don’t take sides…” said the Reaper, squinting his eyes. “I stay loyal to the Parliament, to Prometheus, to Beatle St. King.”


    “See? Beatle even rejected the Jews and joined the Filipinos.”


    “I saw 12 Filipino men strung up.”


    “They are unclean! They are DIRTY!!! They don’t believe our cause! Our beliefs!”


    “What happens when the world is ‘cleaned?’ I just get stuck cleaning your dishes and doing fucking laundry for you NAZIS?”


    “I was gonna give you a position…”


    “WHY!?!?”


    “Because… you’re my only friend.”


    The Reaper closes his eyes and looks away. “I guess this is it. I’m sorry, old friend. But you betrayed me…”


    The Nazi sobs. “Just… do what you gotta do, friend.”


    The Reaper takes out his scythe and decapitates the man, but his body somehow instinctively hugs the Reaper, causing him to tear up.


    The Reaper sighs. “F… F… Fucking Nazis…” he teared up. He burned the other b