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Long ago, long ago there were two races.
Monsters, whose souls were made from love, mercy and compassion.
And humans, whose souls were much stronger and didn't necessarily need any of these traits.
One day, the humans killed all the monsters.
The End.
O r w a s i t ?
The universe works in mysterious ways and somehow - King Asgore only knows how - monsters got a second chance at "life" - an afterlife. Being made completely out of magic, the monsters quickly became accustomed to their new way of ''life'', being able to find happiness and even have children, all without fear that humans could attack again.
In return, however, they now had to serve as Reapers and collect the souls of those humans who died, then give them a letter where it was written where the soul was destined to end up.
Afterlife, where monsters and some human souls live, is similar to Earth, but made entirely of magic. It's much smaller, the borders of the Monster Kingdom being the borders of the world itself. There's plenty of place, however, including forests, several rivers and huge, sea-like in size, lake.
Not every monster in the Afterlife is a Reaper - some are in training, some have retired, some are on vacation and others do work to keep the Afterlife cozy.
Being a Reaper, however, is a prestigious job, as the more experience a monster gains and the more souls they successfully collect, the more powerful they become, gaining the ability to appear visible in the world of the living or to even become tangible, materializing for a limited time that depends on their REST (Reaper Efficiency STats). The most powerful Reapers are rumored to even have the ability to use their magic not only in the Afterlife, but also in the world of the living.
The king of the Afterlife, Asgore Dreemurr, gave that plane of existence the name Life.
Life and Afterlife.
The king was never good with names.
Normally, the collected human soul was given a sealed envelope by the Reaper in-charge. The Reaper would receive the letter earlier and was forbidden from opening it. Addressed to the deceased, the envelope was to be opened only by them so the soul could learn what Death had in store for them. There are many different dimensions for souls to go and a wide variety of things that can be written in the letter.
It was the Reaper's job to collect the soul, then escort it to where it needs to be.
Simple, right?