[ WP ] The straw that broke the Grimm Reaper 's back

They all marched towards the chambers in a solemn thud, thud, thud. Every now and again one would separate from the line crying and shouting, before either being dragged along by the hair or kicked to the ground and shot in the head. They all just continued walking forwards, trampling over the bodies. 
 
 He watched as he floated alongside them all, this was his biggest contract ever. All over Europe he was being sent to death camps that held prisoners of war and refugees. The soldiers that brutally beat the poor souls were all emblazoned with the same symbols. A nazi swastika, finely stitched into their uniforms. The Grimm Reaper paid them no attention, instead he touched his scythe to each fallen person from the line. His scythe glowed brighter with each death he gathered up. In truth, he could have touched his scythe to any of the people in the line at any time he wished. Each prisoner's skin was drawn, tired and pale. Some shambled along, barely able to walk and their arms limp by the side. No one made a noise, the gun shots saw to that. Grimm Reaper had never been happy, his whole existence had been full of despair and negativity. He oversaw the worst events the universe could concoct. He was dutiful in his work, and for a time he considered himself well paid. Until now. 
 
 They reached the end of the corridor that filtered off into different rooms with hoses lined up against the walls. Grimm's stomach doubled over in denial, ahead he could see the victims declothing and lining up inside the rooms. Officers barked orders and threw people inside, the ones that refused were collected by The Grimm Reaper moments later. He breathed in deeply, and set his shoulders against the weight he felt on top of them. The door slammed shut behind him and the latch went up, that's when he revealed himself to the people within the chamber. 
 
 Some gasped, some screamed and they all shrank back against the wall. His image wavered before them, dark and foul. He raised his eyes to each of them individually, peering passed their grey pupils and into their souls. They all listened to his words, before the slow hiss of the hoses began. 
 
 `` I am sorry.''
