Reaper's Word

Clair was curious as to where he was going. His mood had just suddenly shifted, and she followed along, there was a rigid set to his shoulders and the air around him was rather angry. As they moved she could start to hear something crashing, and the breaking of glass. There was snarling and shouting.

"How stupid." She said, Didn't they know that the key to surviving was being calm, laying low?

"Very." Isaiah said. He was surprised that she was following him. Normally she made a quick escape.

"Following me?"

"I'm curious." She said."Though it killed the cat." She mumbled under her breath. He'd heard that expression before. Oddly enough I wasn't going to kill her. Slowly he was starting to view her like the hell hounds. Need he explain why that was probably happening?

However she had a set time after which he would have to rid himself of her. Clair was smart, and knew how to hide. That made her dangerous in the possibility of finding an escape. He couldn’t allow that.

Clair was glancing in the rooms they passed. The smell of smoke came to her, and a lot of the rooms were smashed and destroyed. It would seem someone was having a mental break.

"Oh my god." She said. It looked like someone had taken a sledgehammer to the rooms they were passing. One had different art works in it and they were completely destroyed. She saw one of hers on the floor that she left for the house.

"Will they mend?" She asked.

"Everything mends." He answered darkly. "There is a difference however in the reasoning for things to be destroyed and fixed. This is deliberate unneeded destruction." Clair could feel the coldness starting to seep into her. The house felt cold and angry. The closer they got to the noise the colder it got. To the point that she could see her breath.

Clair stood in the doorway of the piano room where a man really was using a sledge hammer to destroy the windows in the room. She felt several people running from the area terrified. She saw that Zeta was laying dead on the floor. Alpha not far from her also not breathing. Beta was pacing watching the man looking for a moment to attack. This man had lost it, completely lost it. It looked like he'd taken out two hell hounds. He was a bear of a man, and he was wounded too.

The room was destroyed just like the others. All the pianos and instruments in here in pieces. The windows and furniture were in hundreds of shards. Isaiah held out a hand almost casually and the sledgehammer flew into it. Clair didn't even have a second to turn or call out a warning Isaiah moved that fast. To be honest she didn't feel the need to. This place was changing her, and the man had signed his death certificate with his actions today.

Isaiah swung once. Not at full strength but enough to shatter the man's leg and knee as he hit the side of it. He then tossed the sledge hammer like it was a useless tool. The man fell to the floor screaming in pain, he sounded out of his mind. Clair wondered how many had broken like this man had. She was also unsure if she should be here now and backed up.

back and Clair now saw that he was actually limping. His front right leg bent up and under him. Isaiah

looked up at the ceiling. She was losing her mind in a different way, and moved to follow. They went to a room that was not destroyed and large. Kind of like a sitting room. He let go of the man and

"Healing?"

a bit more needed.’ He said in his head. Isaiah gave a

He commanded and Beta limped off. Clair moved into the room. The crazed man's screaming was starting to grate on her nerves. Isaiah's eyes went black and

Clair once again wondered at Isaiah and his abilities. She was glad they didn't seem to work much on her. Isaiah moved to a desk in the room and pulled out a pen knife. He took it and jabbed it in his own left

tossed the knife and it hit the floor skidding. He walked to the wall and used his right hand to take blood from his left arm with

a very odd symbol on the wall with his blood and she noted that the hand writing the symbol changed slightly. The skin turning a black blue and his fingers were elongated. Clair watched as the blood seemed to soak into

motion with his hand.

"Hand."

and he took it. Pulling her closer and raised it to his mouth. He bit into the center of her palm and she made a painful sound. Anger contorting her face for a moment. He let go and with blood

"That hurt." She said.

Man he was an asshole, and she was stuck

give a warning first?" She

promise." He let go of her hand and she felt a trickle go down her spine. He moved back to where the man was laying. Isaiah pulled him up off the floor and set him in a chair.

to do something worse that I don't want to deal with. So I'm going to make a point. I get very tired of repeating myself over and over. The house will bring them at my request. I will be heard this time." Isaiah said to her. He did hear it in

in this fashion would give them one day. Mo one could resist it either unlike his ability as a reaper to call souls forward. Those in the room already were an exception. They were in the magic. Clair however already had her three weeks and it was really for the man

room, looking a little like zombies until they entered. Then they looked horrified. None could leave however, and so they kept a far distance from Isaiah. Twelve people including Clair, were spaced in the room. Two

me. You all have a full day of immunity from me and mine. So it would do if you'd relaxed and listen to what I have to say." The man in the chair was looking very pale, his mouth a grim line. Isaiah gave a wave of his hand, the man cursed

once

to me, to this house. I decide when and how you will die and no one escapes me forever. If I don't take care of you they will." He pointed to the hell

free you, I doesn't work. You signed your contracts and you can't be released from it. Burning this house to the ground, or anything else will not kill me, but it will

destruction of this house or destruction of my property. Nor will the house and if you think you are going to burn it down, it will respond. I can hear what you were planning, or using magic. You think I'm stuck here because I like it? We’re all stuck here. You live longer when you play by the rules." These mortals