The Reaper

Looking up in front of them after stumbling the three saw an old man standing a little ways in front of them blocking the exit of the alley. They didn't know why all of them tripped all of a sudden but instead of thinking about it deeply they just blamed it on their injuries as they stared at the man in front of them. Now that they had lost their chance of revenge on Tearia they were even angrier than before. Luckily the perfect venting target appeared in front of them that they weren't scared of in the slightest and they didn't have to risk their lives like before.

Everyone knew most people that went down the Astral Path never showed many signs of aging unless they were either coming to the ends of their lifespans or because they wanted too and most people would never choose such a thing. With that in mind it was pretty safe for them to assume the man in front of them wasn't a threat to them in the slightest because the chances of him being on the Astral Path was astronomically low and since he was in the wrong place at the wrong time he could only blame himself at the end of the day.

Tired of the Silence the old man standing in front of the three punks decided to speak up first. In a carefree voice that would help calm and relax most people he interrupted their thoughts.

"I Said hello boys. Are you all having fun?"

Unfortunately he didn't get anything in reply except being stared at like an idiot. "Do I really look that silly to them? Or are they just the exceptions." Wondering whether he might have something funny plastered on his body he looked down and gave himself a quick check and found nothing. "Obviously." He would know if something was there as long as it wasn't planted by his wife at least but he still had to check just in case since it had happened in the past a couple times and wouldn't be surprised if it happened once more. Recalling those times he shuddered in embarrassment as he reorganized himself

"I Wonder if it's an age thing?"

Mumbling to himself he slowly began stepping forward towards them. Not saying anything the three watched as he slowly approached them moving at a snail's pace in their eyes but their patience didn't last long before one of them that was the least injured of the three decided to lash out first. Watching a fist fly towards him he calmly kept his pace as he continued walking towards them. Seeing the fist about to connect all three of them thought the same thing. "He's dead." Until a second later when they saw a sight that confused them immensely.

*Whoosh*

In their eyes they watched as their buddy punched at him only for him to phase through him in the end and end up behind him connecting with nothing as he continued to slowly walk forward. Finally leaking voice's of surprise they made a sound for the first time since seeing him.

"What...?"

"Oh, so you boys aren't mute after all. I was starting to worry you know?"

Joking with them he slowly kept walking towards them as another sight that shocked them to their core entered their sights. After missing his punch their friend turned around again to try but only failed once more with the same thing happening as before but what was different this time was they saw the old man slowly bring his hand up and touch the punks arm. Seeing that hand move closer to him the punk panicked but no matter how much he struggled and moved he felt like he couldn't escape that slow hand and it eventually made contact with the arm he used to punch.

*Ting*

He lightly placed a finger on the punk's body who was in front of him then let go and kept moving forward. Wondering what was going on they watched as their friend stood stock still the whole time until eventually he let loose a blood curdling scream that burst their eardrums and caused them to wince in shock. After opening their eyes though they were speechless. They watched as his body slowly lost any mass behind it as they heard countless cracking sounds until they watched from the arm up his body collapse in nearly an instant as he plopped to the ground. They watched as their friend who was standing before was now lumped on the ground not moving but the worst part was the shape he was in. Xilo might have roughed them up quite a bit but now they saw him as a pill of a mush with no outward physical marks that indicated any damage was done to him. It was just a pile of skin at that point with nothing left but the organs and blood which sent shivers down their spine as they realized they had no idea how or what even happened.

"What the fuck….."

"Just a light tap...Was that really him?"

Turning to look at the old man approaching them the last two shook in fear as they felt the blood drain from their faces and one even pissed himself. That one move wasn't possible even for someone like their boss so the person currently in front of them was a monster in disguise in their eyes so it was no surprise they reacted like that after witnessing that scene. Worst of all they still sensed some breathing in their friend who was currently a pile of mush so that meant he was still alive for now but the torture he was going through was probably sheer torture.

"Now..What should I do with you two...hmm"

Taping his chin he began to think as he arrived in front of the three. He didn't know whether he wanted to kill all three of them yet. Taking a few seconds to decide he thought of all the ups and downs of either choice until eventually coming to a conclusion. The two last thugs froze in fear watched as the old white haired man in front of them scratched his chin as if in thought. But to them he no longer looked old and weak but a death god that was coming to reap their lives but was deciding on the best methods to do so.

"Ahh I think I've decided."

With that the same carefree smile he had before broke out as he finally decided what to do with the three punks.