Bound by Death

You wake up laying in the ashes of a burnt house, your skin white as snow, hair black and crimson and name unknown to you. A brand on your shoulder of a scythe. Yes you remember now, your what’s known as a “Death Walker”, someone who serves the reaper of death. Your purpose is to bring death to those who deserve it or whose time has come. Empowered with dark powers and regenerative abilities. You have no one. No family. No friends or anything. You figure you’re about 3,000 years old now. You’ve been doing this a long time and you are still trying to remember a long time ago you made a deal with death to save a loved one from sickness, And in return death wanted you to serve him after death. You agreed and now all these years later you still are finally released from the reaper, you still have your powers and work for him, but willingly now. You wake up out of a pile of ashes now with only one thing on your mind, the next life to claim, or…. How will you live out your life now?