the ferryman named Grim

A lost soul asking for a toll. No heaven or hell. No reason or does it care when and where to take you there. God reasons with the slave as well as Lucifer. Stuck between worlds with no emotions can't laugh or cry not capable. Forever a servant very adaptable good or evil don't prevail. Ferryman has his own rules and they are simple, no conscience or grief only a request pay the toll. He will always accept. Forever a slave to his maker and his equal. He rows his boat to collect the souls destined for a light or the dark he never knows where he belongs its a twisted curse that he accepts he is forever and we all will meet the reaper himself they call him grim when that's not his name at all he was once a human. Believed in only himself no god or devil now he's in between choices. Until the end he will always believe his own voice.