Prologue

"At first, the Grim Reaper roamed the earth reaping the souls of all. Earth was balanced and the circle of life never ended. But as all things do, he grew old and weak. He had no offspring to carry on his legacy, he had only his magic. He broke off four of his ribs and made them in his image. He sent the first child to the sands of the east to control the storms. He sent the second to the forests of the West to reap the Flora and fauna. He sent the third to the human villages, the third had the hardest job of all. The humans feared and resented death. They ran from it and feared it. As for the fourth, the Grim Reaper brought the little reaper back with him to Hell. As time went on all four reaper clans grew. The storm tamers of the east became the Dry bones, the keepers of the Flora and Fauna in the west became the Woodland reapers. The human reapers became the City reapers. The secret clan brought down to hell became the Hellian reapers. They are the only clan that can become angels of death. The world changed and evolved but death always found them. After millenia clans combined and formed Death Inc so that they could better reap the souls of the world.... Alright children! Story times over."

"Aw man! Come on Grandma one more story!" Xena begged Grandma Coco.

"I'm sorry sweetie pie, but it's time for you to go to bed." Grandma Coco said with a smile. "Come on dear, you can't be a reaper if you don't get your sleep".