Telos is an orphan who lived in many foster homes, until one day he decided to run away.
He lived on the streets, he made some friends, lived under bridges, slept in parks on benches, survived doing petty crimes. And, on a cold winter's night, he died frozen on a bench.
Well, that took a wrong turn for the worse pretty quick. It's a story of a boy grim-reaper - what did you expect?
Death saw something in the boy, and he decided to make him an apprentice. He assigned Ursos as his mentor.
Letting the cat out of the box
Telos woke up to the noise of heavy footsteps, but he couldn't see anything in the pitch black, he started to panic and tried to move and realised he was in a box and barely had any space to move. All of a sudden, a heavy grunt a loud sound and light-flooded his eyesight.
A giant claw was coming at him, so he obviously freaked out, and then he heard a loud growly but oddly soothing voice.
Growly soothing voice: Grab my hand young one.
Use the Straps
He stood up, looked at the big guy, looked around, thousands of inquiries were going through his mind, most of the questions started with where and who!! and followed by some profanity.
Growly soothing voice: Pick up your coffin, Deus Mortis is waiting for you Telos.
The boy: Telos? who the hell is Telos, am I Telos?
He looked around, and he saw a coffin with the lid open.
Without freaking out, he closed the lid and tried to carry it, but no matter what and how he couldn't manage to lift it, he did manage to drag and push it for a couple of steps.
The prominent figure just looked at him and didn't say anything.
He grabbed one of the straps and took a step closer and crouched next to the coffin, the strap ornaments were yanked out of his hands, and they attached to one end of the coffin, he turned to the other side and did the same.
He took a deep breath anticipating to lift the heavy coffin, but he put so much momentum into it that when he stood up, he fell flat on his face and the coffin descended on top of him.