Before Kratos could take a single step, an enormous black cloud exploded in front of him. Fog and lightning covered the area, and what seemed to be a living skeleton garbed in a black cloak appeared from it, screaming something to “Aggie.”
“A year away from all living beings, and the first one I meet is yet another skeleton monster,” thought Kratos. “Maybe this is Derris-Kharlan…”
Soon, the skeleton came to the realization that the 4000 year old seraph was not Aggie, and Kratos watched in amusement as he began searching for his scythe. When he began screaming something about kids stealing it, Kratos let out a small chuckle. If this skeleton was supposed to be the Grim Reaper, then people had nothing to fear from death at all. Kratos was fairly certain a baby could him fight off.
To Kratos’s surprise, the skeleton’s name actually was Grim. Apparently he was the Grim Reaper after all. However, as he made no hostile moves at all, Kratos assumed that it wasn’t quite his time yet.
“Why, no, I’m not Aggie,” said Kratos with a slight grin. When Grim put on his cap and offered his assistance to the swordsman, Kratos looked around for a moment before saying “You can start by telling me where we are.”