Rave Reaper
by Elysium
Jul 9, 2023

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The light catches your eye as you weave to the rhythm of the floor, a slash of ultraviolet through the rays of red and green. You turn, and between the other ravers stands a figure with x's for eyes-- your own dilate in response, but the next beat, drawn out by the tech in your chest, the figure and light have gone. You stand up straight, blinking the aftermath of purple away. Whoever that was, they aren't present now, and no tell-tale gossamer glitter of an invisibility hood can be seen as you scan the dance floor.

The next time comes a week later, a different day, a different rave, yellows and blues splashing across the twilit gloom of the hall. Purple breaks the tedium as you twist about, and your gaze snaps across the room to the same haunting x's, now above a thread-stretched smile. Your heart skips a beat, and you force your feet forward before the haunting visage can vanish again, to no avail. The lights dim and flash, and the specter has gone. You vow to see your mechanic tomorrow morning. Bad cybernetics have to be to blame, a glitch in your visual chips.

The third time comes after three weeks. You've forgotten about the disturbing ghost in the circuit-boards. Until there it is again, scant feet away, as you rock with the rest of the room. The glow emanates from a twisted skull and horns, those double x's like headlights on a car, and the rictus grin spreads wide. Your shriek is lost to the beat of the music. Wire-wrapped fingers enshroud your hand, and sudden pain washes through your head, heart, the middle of your stomach where diodes have suddenly died. It's all lost, sight narrowed to the ultraviolet ghost. [i]T I M E S U P[/I] echoes through your head, and no one around you notices you fade into the purple light-that-never-was. No one notices, and no one remembers.

Not all psychopomps are friendly guides. For those whose heart ticks to an overclocked beat, who defies mortality with machinery, the Rave Reaper awaits. And your soul is forfeit to his sustenance.

Tags: cyber, death, psychopomp, purple, rave, reaper, violet