In the End

I was told I'd been chosen because of the roles I'd taken in life. For what I have become..a guide, a protector, a warrior, a Reaper. An angel to lead the souls of the deceased into judgement. I am an invisible sheild, protecting them from venturung away from the path that lies ahead of them, protecting them from anything prepared to snatch. I am a comforter of those afraid of what lies beyond.

As Reapers, we are commonly mistaken as Fallen because of our dark appearance, but, there is nothing Fallen about us. In a sense, we are closely related to Guardians.
Long ago, we'd been Guardians, until demons called Snatchers began to lure souls away. A group of Guardians retaliated and took action by gearing up and fought them off...one by one.
These angels were then appointed as Guiding Angels, dressed in black, a symbol of the battle an a camoflauge of death...