"Cynthia! Get up! Go outside and do something for once in your miserable life!"

The groaning of a woman could be heard as she forces herself out of bed. She slides her jet black hair to the right side of her face, covering her right eye completely to hide it from the ugly reality called life. Cynthia makes her way to her closet and puts some of her old clothes on. As she slides on one of her favourite shirts she tries to button it up but is not able to button up around the chest area. She lets out a disappointed sigh and decides that she doesn't need to button up anyways. After dressing up but leaving her shirt open, Cynthia makes her way down the wooden steps. Finally arriving into the living room of their 2 story cabin, Cynthia sees the sun is shining bright and the birds are singing. The weather is beautiful and the village's children are playing outside, enjoying life as it is given to them.

"This is such a disgusting day. Why is everyone so happy? They should all just die."

"Now Cynthia, that is no way to talk! And why is your shirt unbuttoned, go back upstairs and dress properly right now!"

"Why mom! It's not like anyone is going to see me!"

"That's where you are wrong! You are going outside or you are getting kicked out of my house! Now GO!"

Cynthia's mother throws a wooden spoon at Cynthia which hits her directly in the forehead. Being in pain and filled with hatred, Cynthia runs past her mom and out the back door. While running Cynthia bumps into her father, which sends fear throughout Cynthia.

"Hey you little bitch, why are you dressed like that?"

"Harold! Get your daughter right now and bring her back here! She needs to be punished again!"

"Oh is that so, if that's the case then let me do it!"

Falling backwards in fear, Cynthia manages to pick herself up before her father could grab her. She begins to run away into the woods while she can hear her father scream taunts at her. As she runs through the thick brush, her body is filled with cuts and bruises. She isn't very athletic and is breathing heavily but she can't stop running or she will surely be beaten by her drunken father. Stumbling through the woods, Cynthia finally makes it far enough away to hope that she escaped her family. While getting her breath back, Cynthia's begins to cry intensely.

"I just want it all to end. I want them all to just die! I want to die! God, please help me!"

After screaming as loud as possible, her voice echoes throughout the desolate forest as she feels she has finally broken mentally. She sits down and puts her knees into her chest, unable to stop crying. Depression begins to kick in as she feels she is all alone in the world.

'Why was I made like this?! Why was I given this stupid eye! Why couldn't I have just been normal?'

Thoughts race through her head as she comes to the conclusion that her running away and dying in the woods would be the best answer for all of her problems. She hates everything and wants it all to just end but something lands beside her and startles her. She lifts her head and sees the glint of metal.

"Huh?"

Cynthia gets up after wiping the tears from her eyes and walks towards what landed in the ground. She touches the object and it is cold to the touch, but she is drawn to it. Something inside of her is telling her to pick it up but she is hesitant. She wants to just crawl up and die but it seems her curiosity for this object is preventing her from doing so. After contemplating what to do for a little while, Cynthia finally decides that she will pick up whatever this object is out of sheer curiosity. Picking up the object, Cynthia sees it fully as a stick with a curved blade at the end.

"Is this a... Scythe?"

Cynthia looks closer at the blade and can see little balls of white swirling around inside of the actual metal. Being confused but intrigued at the same time, Cynthia gives the Scythe a clean slash through the air. The Scythe easily cuts through the wind and leaves a trail of white behind where ever the blade goes. Feeling extremely attached to this Scythe, Cynthia continues to swing it more and more. She feels like she has had this blade all of her life and knows how to use it expertly.

"I found you, you little slut!"

Cynthia's father emerges from the bushes beside her as Cynthia is playing with the Scythe. He goes to tackle her and beat her but with a skillful slash of the Scythe, her father is cut around his throat. Choking on his own blood, her father falls backwards and quickly begins to die. With not a tinge of remorse in her eyes, Cynthia stares at the dying man with a blank expression. As the man dies, his soul is ripped from his body and is sucked into the jet black Scythe. As the soul enters the Scythe, a name pops into Cynthia's head.

'God.... of.... Death?'

Thinking that this is a weapon of the Gods and it has been sent to her, Cynthia's face grows a wide maniacal smile. She begins to laugh hysterically as she has been blessed by the God of Death! She is their hero and now has a purpose in life, and that purpose is to kill.