Let me introduce to you my OC. White Stitch.
The Snow Cloak
-White Stitch Prologue-
-White Stitch Prologue-
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The reptilian barged itself out of the trees in an attempt to chase down the reaper, its four hind legs threw snow into the air each time it lifted its meaty limbs uproariously. White Stitch evaded the assault of claws thrown at him, he would blow up in an explosion of purple and would reform seconds later nearby. He teased the creature, struck at armored area powerfully with the opposite end of the scythe’s blade, the spikes opposite of the blade slid uselessly from the scaly carapace of RippleClaw. ‘Almost there.’
White Stitch rushed in, closing the gap between him and the reptile. The reaper held his weapon close to his body, weaved through the creature’s claw attacks and neared RippleClaw’s neck. The monster reared back its head and low rumble came from its gut. ‘I forgot about that.’ White Stitch confided to himself. RippleClaw opened its toothy maw, three rows of reverse pointed teeth made its mouth seem like a moving saw. In one smooth motion, it unhinged its jaw and released a powerful bellow, large blobs of spit and decaying flesh escaped the entrance of its stomach. White Stitch brought both arms up to shield his head and planted his feet firmly to the ground in an attempt to keep his position but the roar itself sent numerous shockwaves that decimated the reaper’s resolve to stay. The snow cloak was thrown back a few meters, several more if he hadn’t struck the ground with his scythe to anchor him down. He was literally riding the wind from RippleClaw’s howl. White Stitch’s bony hands grasped the staff of his scythe desperately as the last shockwave hurtled towards him. The wave of energy tore the reaper away from his weapon and sent him back to crash into a hollow tree. ‘Sonic scream. Advanced form, able to maintain the howl for a number of seconds with shockwaves before having the need to take in another breath.[/I]’
RippleClaw eyed White Stitch and stomped the ground to challenge the downed reaper. One of its eyes was blinded by a gleam from something metallic and horror gazed at the scythe propped up on the ground. It snarled and charged towards it; its six feet plowed through snow in its reckless advance. The reaper was on his knees as the ground shook. He looked up and revealed the stark white mask of a face. Broken in the middle and stitched up with three large bandage like items; the lone hole to the left of the mask’s fissure gazed at the oncoming creature. ‘Powerful but lacks cunning.’
White Stitch stood up, brushed off the snow from his arms and rolled his shoulders. “Time you went back, Ripple.” The reaper said in the faded tongue; the language of the primordials. White Stitch leaned forward and vanished in a puff of purple energy.
The monster halted its charge in front of the scythe. It reeled back one of its claws and whipped it towards the scythe in an attempt to crush it but a quick blur of purple exploded in front of the reptilian horror and disappeared the same way. RippleClaw snapped close the claw and opened it to check if it had done the job but it stood flabbergasted that there was no debris of anything anywhere. The creature growled in frustration as it swerved its head left to right searchingly.Six eyes moved independently of each other and one spotted an explosion of purple smoke just above them.
The masked reaper materialized from the purple explosion above the creature with the scythe gripped both in his hands overhead. The reaper landed gracefully onto RippleClaw’s head and embedded several inches of blade into its skull. The primordial creature lashed out in pain, roars echoed in the sparsely forested landscape as azure ichor streamed down from its wound. White Stitch held on tight to the staff, RippleClaw refused to die down and continued to rampage. It went berserk as it tried to reach the reaper with its massive claws while trampling tree after tree until its several yellow eyes locked onto a nearby cliff side. It charged towards it in a frenzy of snarls. The reaper noticed the change of attack RippleClaw took and looked around for what it could be. He noticed a rapidly nearing wall face with him as the first to meet it. ‘You’re not that dumb after all.’ White Stitch heaved its scythe up but to no avail, it simply refused to budge. ‘What?’ The reaper bent down to take a peek at the entry wound. A thick crust of blue caked the injury and around the blade itself effectively gluing the weapon on the skull. ‘Shit.’
White Stitch looked at the approaching wall face anxiously. ‘This will hurt.’
RippleClaw’s skull struck the cliff face with White Stitch leading the charge. The reaper’s head smashed into the stony wall and the rest of his body pursued. The cliff and the reptilian monster’s skull sandwiched weapon and user in a crushing impact. RippleClaw edged away from the stony rock face, dazed and confused. Several eyes moved in all directions as they tried to coherently focus on one object, his jaw was slack and hung loosely on its hinge. White Stitched fared less better.
The reaper was stuck on the face of the cliff, kept there by the end of the staff through his body and to the wall. White Stitch’s hands were trembling. He inched his bony digits towards the staff and gripped it tight. ‘This. Really hurts.’ The reaper groaned in his head. White Stitch looked down to his body, the fabric of his cloak was pierced right through. A few muffled mutters of agony escaped the mask. ‘At least. I don’t. Bleed like the rest of you. ‘[/I]
RippleClaw snapped his jaw back into place with a nod upward. The monster growled happily, teeth yellow with decay and blood. It took each step pleasurably as it approached White Stitch. A low rumble erupted from deep within the monster’s gut and it opened its maw slowly in front of the trembling reaper.
‘Wrong move primordial.’
White Stitch burst in a fantastic display of purple energy and disappeared from the cliff. The three pairs of yellow eyes widened in surprise. A cord wrapped around the creature’s mouth and claws and snapped them shut. RippleClaw winced in pain as four blades punctured through its scaly armor. The rumble continued in its gut. The reaper was below, grasping the staff with one hand and the other closed the hole in the fabric. The scythe’s blade and spikes were all stabbed onto RippleClaw and the sunlight glimmered on the thin cord that kept them all together.
“You, primordial soul, wicked and distorted.” The reaper started. “The Mistress calls upon your presence, mind and body.” The ground below White Stitch ebbed upwards like a heartbeat. “Your consent is ignored and your will to stay is disregarded.”
“Mistress, I call upon your power, capture this creature and see its rebirth.” He mumbled in primordial. A small purple circle pulsated from beneath White Stitch’s feet. RippleClaw’s mouth tensed and a loud muffled explosion ripped in its maw. ‘That was one. How many shockwaves did he make earlier?[/I]’
“Weaken the ties between dimensions. Open the Gate of Life.” White Stitch called out. The purple circle rotated upwards and enlarged until it encompassed the entirety of the reptilian horror. Another explosion rocked the creature’s mouth and expanded the maw slightly. The spikes and the blade of the scythe moved slightly from their positions.
The circle began to spin sideways, it accelerated constantly until all you could see was a purple sphere. Three more explosions burst from RippleClaw’s mouth. White Stitch tugged on his staff and the four blades attempted to whip back. They were kept in place by the creature’s coagulated blood but they slid across the scales and ripped flesh as they tried to escape the azure liquid. Purple lightning escaped the sphere, energies began to build up as whispers entered the realm of the living. RippleClaw’s movements began to get desperate, it thrashed around but dark appendages that materialized from the sphere began to grip him. They coiled around its legs, its neck and claws. Hundreds of them formed from all around the sphere and tugged at whatever their faded hands could latch onto.
It was a gruesome sight. The hands were literally taking chunks of flesh forcibly from RippleClaw, they didn’t take their time though, they sped up until they were as quick as the spinning circle. It didn’t take long for the dismemberment to cease; blue blood was scattered everywhere in a shower of pure gore. Bits of meat were falling down from a few clumsy hands but were caught by others and consumed back into the reality of the damned. Wails of pain and agony wafted filled the air.
White Stitch was left alone in the blue dyed snow. The cord zipped back into place, closely pursued by the rest of the parts that slid into position smoothly. The three spikes latched onto the back side of the scythe in mere seconds and the blade connected with a loud metallic thud.
‘Another one down’ White Stitch sighed and his shoulders sagged. He looked down to his puncture wound and saw that it was back to the way it was. It had patched itself up during the capture. The reaper looked around longingly, his pale mask glistened with splatters of blue blood. After a few moments, he burst into purple energy and vanished.
White Stitch hadn’t noticed the figure just above the cliff that watched the entire scene.
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Chapter One
Act One || Duties
Act One || Duties
[spoiler=Act One]
“You may enter, White Stitch” were the words embezzled on the massive double doors and disappeared as quickly as they showed. The entrance to the hall was inscribed at the edges with words in the faded tongue, paired with minimalistic pictures embossed and carved into the stone. Despite its heavy appearance, the reaper opened it easily and closed the door behind him as he entered.
“As you wish, my Mistress,” the reaper said respectfully.
The snow cloak entered the hall and walked through the ebony hall. White Stitch passed by several columns of unknown stone that stretched upwards to an unknown ceiling hidden by strange cloud formations of glistening lights and gloomy colors. The BlightBlade, his scythe, hovered inches away as it followed its owner. The reaper knelt on one knee at the foot of the massive staircase, his scythe lowered its head as if to bow.
' You are seen, White Stitch,’ The female voice echoed, both serene and commanding. 'You are to report?' She asked.
“Indeed, my Mistress,” the reaper began. “I have reclaimed Ysaw, JackJill and RippleClaw. Their presence in the northern hemisphere is unusual. Most especially the reptilian primordial.” White Stitch never looked up, he simply kept speaking. “The three are known to hate the cold and tend to stay among tropical waters. All three have a mildly low intelligence save for JackJill, who could have orchestrated the entire event although I have my doubts.”
'I see. You have not seen anything else, White Stitch?[/I]’The mistress asked.
“I have,” he said plainly. “The coastal primordials are in turmoil, constantly setting foot on other’s territory whereas they are usually peaceful with one another. I have yet to remedy that problem.”
‘I have a task for you,’ The maiden in the darkness’ voice sounded soft. ‘As you know, the primordial ichor has been tainted and we have little to no rebirths for the last several centuries. Malefice’s corruption is felt even now it seems.’[/I]
White Stitch could only nod. The vile primordial known as Malefice still lingers and avoids his attacks and attempts at capture. He was a being of pure power, of the malicious forms of the Aeternal and must be put to silence. Malefice deserves nothing more than complete dissonance.
The Mistress continued. ‘Usually a job like this would fall under Grim but times have changed,’[/I] She said plainly as if she knew this would have occurred in the first place. ‘Grim has been burdened with humanitys souls that he’s requested the remaining reapers from your area to his. I oversaw his reports and indeed he requires the need.’[/I]
“What job would that be, Mistress?”
The door opened abruptly, its double doors swung open wide but stopped at a ninety degree angle. White Stitch stood up almost immediately to discern who had disrespected the Mistress.
“It would be handling the Rebirths,” The figure said, he strolled down towards the onyx staircase and bowed. All with the demeaning stare of White Stitch straight at him. Grim adorned himself simply with a raggedy brown cloak that clothed his skeletal white frame. Each footstep clashed with the tiles of the floor and gave off a pleasant sound. “Forgive my intrusion, Mistress.” The reaper said as he noticed a glare. “A development has opened up with the humans. It seems that they’re trying to fight back primordials with the sense that they can harm them. My eyes and ears tell me that these humans, though psychotic and mellowly deranged, have gotten their hands on bonesteel.”
“Bonesteel?” White Stitch couldn’t help but spill the words. How did those humans come to get by that metal?
“Yes, Stitchy,” Grim nodded tersely, his hooded skull faced the masked reaper. “Bonesteel,” he repeated, his jaw bones clicked together. “The same stuff your mask and my blade are made of,” Grim said simply, his bone white jaws didn’t move but his voice did emanate from him. He then turned to face the upward staircase. “I would formally request your permission to allow the members of my area full control of humanity’s souls as I handle the humans.”
White Stitch looked up and expected the Mistress’ reply. It came quickly.
‘Permission granted, Grim,’ The Maiden of Darkness replied. ‘Await my instruction that will come from White Stitch. Be by the door.’[/I]
“Yes, Mistress.” Grim bowed and turned his back to the staircase. He briskly walked out the room without a glance backwards. White Stitch watched his colleague leave the premises.
‘White Stitch, you are to train the new born.’[/I] The masked reaper snapped back to attention and faced the Mistress. ‘Teach her the ways. She will be either yours or Grim’s protege.’ [/I]She said. The sky starry fog that stretched upwards towards the staircase slowly deepened with shadows until nothing could be seen.
“Understood Mistress,” White Stitch said as he knelt on one knee until he finally rose from his place and walked across the hallway and into the massive double doors. ‘A she? I haven’t heard of a primordial she befo