The Reclaimer

"This is bad we have souls escaping not only the fields of punishment but also Tartarus!" Zeus bellowed to the council that we all cringing at the outburst
"The campers can take car of the Tartarus souls but we need someone to go after the escaped souls of the Fields Of Punishment" Athena answered her face scrunched into a frown trying to think of a person go god that could go after the souls.
"I have an idea but you won't like it" Hades says.
"Who?" Athena questions wondering what Hades thought of.
"The Reaper" Hades responds a silence falls over the council.
"He does have a point The Reaper is more than equip to go after the souls" Athena breaks the erie silence. Zeus is slightly boiling in his throne obviously not happy.
"Fine Hermes go fetch Grim" Zeus says waving his hand. Hermes flashes out of the council to Grim's Prison. After 2 seconds Hermes flashed back in with a cloaked figure that didn't seem to have any legs only skeletal hands and arms. A black cloak that seems to have its own wind currents swayed behind him.
"Bout Time you summon me I have felt the souls leaving" A ominous voice spoke from the cloak sending chills down the backs of the weaker council people.
"And you didn't tell us?!" Zeus yells at the cloaked figure.
"Tsk Tsk tsk now I believe you wanted me to help you stop these souls and its not gonna help with that attitude" the voices booms waving a skeletal finger at Zeus who boiled in his seat with his bolt in hand. Other gods were covering their mouths from laughing.
"Well since you know so much what do you say" Zeus says his voice stiff.
"Okay but I want to be set free" Grim responds to Zeus almost challenging him.
"Nope" Zeus says flatly.
"Fine but go ahead and try to find someone as talented as me"
"You little...*sigh* Fine!" Zeus says not happy in any respect.
"I need a scythe I can find my own targets" Grim says his voice slightly heightened in power since he beat Zeus. Hades waved his hand and a Scythe appeared the blade made of Stygian iron with a crooked part that looked absolutely terrible to get cut with. The hood nods and takes the scythe in hand smoke curling up and down the handle. Grim then levitates slightly then he takes off leaving a small black smoke trail behind him.
"Hate that guy" Zeus mutters before flashing away.

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