A New Reaper: Part One.

(Fan fiction for WolfieCanem. Pairing is of my OC, Osiris and his OC, Wolfie.)

"William Oliver Louise Foster Isaac Everson Canem." A dark voice spoke throughout the chamber. The large bunnywolf stepped into the center of the room and sat on his knees. Wolfie, as he was called, had been waiting for this day his whole life. The day the Order would find him worthy of wearing the cloth. In front of him was a man adorning a cloak of black, no features of his face showing. "Speak our creed." The man spoke again. The large bunnywolf bowed his head and replied.

"We, the Order of Maat, exist for one purpose and one purpose alone. As the messengers of God, we take to the duty of the dead. We alone give the answer to those who are to pass on. We alone guide those to either salvation or condemnation. We are the Grim Reapers."

A few moments after reciting a code he memorized like the back of his hand, the entity slowly rose from his seat and walked towards the man. He began whispering mentions in a language long forgotten to time as he slowly reached his hands towards Wolfie's face. His hand touched his face and immediately a cry of unworldly pain came from the bunnywolf. Flashes and visions flooded his head. Images and sacred knowledge entered his mind. The cloaked man suddenly burst wings from his back as he finished his chanting. Large massive wings of white. "As of now, Wolfie. You are a reaper. One who leads those of the wayward dead to their destiny. To pass judgment and punishment upon those who bring suffering upon the living. As a servant to God, none comes higher than the great father himself." Wolfie's vision went black as he lost consciousness.