Grim Reaper in the Apocalypse: Reaping Immortals

The Canzers felt their artificial hearts sieze when they understood Atlan's words. It was unsettling. They didn't expect the human to suddenly produce a sound that only Canzers could make. They couldn't even understand how that was possible.

Atlan didn't automatically know their language. He was still thinking in terms of human language, but using his new mutation, it got translated to something that a Pseudo Canzer could understand.

'I assume you all understand me.'

Now that they all saw him speak the same language again, they finally believed that a human could speak their language.

'How human….'

'Not…possible…'

They tried to squirm out of the sticky web they were stuck in. They didn't even care that their bodies were getting mangled and cut from the thorns on the webs. They only wanted to get away from the human abomination as far away as possible.

He had Angel Wings, he had untold power that could kill hundreds of Canzers in one shot, and now he could speak like one of them. He was more of a monster than the Canzers.

'Why did you all go crazy and attack humans? How did you all spawn without permission? How did you resist the power of the Pocket Dimension?'

Atlan unloaded all sorts of questions on the Canzers. Those questions weighed on his mind for a long time but he had no way to find out the answers. Now, he had the chance. Who better to answer his questions than the culprit themselves?

'Don't…understand….' the Deer-Horse replied.

Atlan forgot that these Pseudo Canzers were not all that intelligent. They had the IQ equivalent of a regular monkey who had no complex conscious thoughts, only their instincts. If they were afraid, then their groans and cries would show their fear. But they wouldn't understand why they were afraid.

'What do you know about Angels?'

And as soon as Atlan mentioned that seemingly taboo word with Canzers, they suddenly jerked away from him as if their mere name was enough to strike fear in their hearts.

Atlan had a guess that everything wrong that had been happening in the City had something to do with the extinction of Angels. But he couldn't prove it.

'Angels…scary…'

'Fear!....No angels…no more….'

Judging from the reactions he garnered from the Canzers that saw his Angel Wings, he guessed that Canzers were deathly afraid of Angels. They were even more afraid of Angels than humans.

Atlan tried to process his thoughts. If they were afraid of Angels, does that mean that Angels were fighting the Canzers before they went extinct? Or is it because Angels were the beings that revive humans and make them immortal?

The fact that the Canzers knew about Angels meant that they saw them. Humans couldn't. Angels were invisible beings that hovered above the humans at all times and injected them with SoulTime whenever their life was in danger.

'Did the angels fight you?'

Unfortunately, the Pseudo Canzers had no other thoughts other than fear whenever Atlan mentioned the Angels. It was possible that they truly knew nothing about Angels other than they were dangerous, or they simply couldn't talk about them because they were too afraid.

Since the conversation wasn't going anywhere, Atlan decided to ask a different question.

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'We long to belong…what do you mean by that?'

The Canzers looked at Atlan and his words seemed to evoke a forgotten feeling within them. He saw the quick change in their expression from deathly fear to fearless zealousness.

'We long….to belong…'

'We long….to belong…'

'We long….to belong…'

It was as if he awakened them by saying those words. They couldn't stop the ritualistic repetition of those words even if he tried to intimidate them. They kept repeating those words to no end.

Something will happen. I'm sure of it, Atlan thought. It had something to do with the words 'we long to belong.'

But he couldn't ask anything to the Pseudo Canzers because they continued to recite those words mindlessly.

With no other choice left, Atlan closed his eyes and focused on his shoulder blades until he felt that familiar numb and prickly feeling on his back. It wasn't long before pure white wings unfolded behind him accompanied by a heavenly glow.

As soon as it appeared, the air got heavier and the Canzers woke up from their stupor. The fear of the angels brought them back from those crazy thoughts.

'What does that mean?!' Atlan shouted to them.

He didn't know if intimidation worked on the Pseudo Canzers. They could very well be too afraid of the angels to even speak, but Atlan hoped that they would be threatened enough to tell the truth.

Almost all of the Pseudo Canzers felt their throats tighten as the pressure prevented them from even taking a single breath. This left them unable to talk or even think about anything.

Atlan thought that he failed.

Fortunately, there was one Pseudo Canzer with a strong willpower who was able to overcome the suffocating pressure of Atlan's Angel Wings. It was the Chimpanzee-Horse.

It opened its mouth, with its jaws still shaking and stuttering from fear, and uttered a high-pitched screech.

As soon as Atlan heard it, his Canzer Mother Tongue mutation immediately translated it into his mind.

'It's…it's…it's coming!'

Atlan took a deep breath and asked,

'What's coming?'

The Chimpanzee-Horse kept shaking its head, as if it was struggling inside. There was a mental barrier inside its brain that prevented it from saying anything about 'that', but at the same time, the threat of Angel power intimidated it into telling the truth.

It took the Canzer a solid minute of mental struggle, shaking and knocking its head with its fists, before it finally spoke up.

'Wer–'

The Chimpanzee's head exploded into a mix of violet blood, brain matter, and skull pieces. Atlan's face was painted with blood, but his expression didn't change. He kept his eyes open and stared at the headless body of the Canzer, hoping that it would continue what it said.

Unfortunately, it was dead. It couldn't say anything else.

And before Atlan could question the other Canzers, he was surprised to see that the rest of the Canzers trapped in his Spiked Chitin Spray exploded into violet blood.

But it didn't just end there. He felt the air change. He looked around and saw the burned corpses on the floor suddenly melt into a strange brown liquid that flooded the whole warehouse.