A/N: this character is not intended to be a rip-off of Reaper from Overwatch. Just putting that out there.
Officer Richard Parks was patrolling in a squad car, when he noticed people walking into an alley, the one in the back uncomfortably close to the other. He pulled over and walked over to the alley, keeping a hand on his gun, which was at that point loaded with rubber bullets. He saw the man who had been in back beating the other man brutally, whipping him with the gun in his hand, and pulling his money out of his pockets. Parks drew his gun and shouted, "Freeze, creep!". The mugger spun, his face covered with shock and guilt. "Drop the wallet and the gun, and put your hands behind your head." Parks ordered. "Listen, I...I don't want to hurt anybody, b...but I'll shoot you if I have to!" The mugger stuttered. "Drop the gun, now." Parks said firmly. The mugger looked at Parks, then to his gun. "Sorry officer," he said, pointing his gun. "Can't do that." Parks heard a gunshot and stood for a second, puzzled. Did he miss? Parks wondered. Then the pain hit. He looked down, and saw a hole in his chest. He coughed, splattering blood on the ground. He felt the world growing dark, and closed his eyes.

Parks heard soft music playing, and smelled...what was that? Ah, freshly baked cookies, filling the room with their scent. Wait, a room? Where am I? "Well, Mr. Parks," a deep, soothing voice interrupted. "You're currently in Heaven. You died just about five hours ago, and you are resting in a room for new spirits. Now, wake up, please." Parks opened his eyes, blearily looking to his right. Sitting next to his bed was a completely average looking man, except for one thing. Floating above his head was a halo of light. Parks muttered, "Who are you?" "I am Saint Muerte (This is an actual saint, I looked it up), and I'm here to bring you to my boss. Get up now, come on." Parks rose and followed Muerte out into a large estate, with thousands of beautiful houses, dozens of small mansions, and three larger mansions overlooking it all. Muerte led Parks to the mansion in the middle, and rang the bell. He tipped his head to the side and nodded. "Head right in, Officer Parks. The boss is expecting you." He said. Parks walked inside, walking straight down a long hallway, and through the golden door at the end. Inside was a throne room, with a large throne in the middle, another directly on its right, and another to the left. The only one occupied was the middle one, upon which sat a being who Parks couldn't identify, his face concealed by light. "Ah, Officer Richard Parks." The man said in a voice that reverberated effortlessly. "A pleasure to meet you again, though it has been quite some time. Allow me to introduce myself. I am God. The Christian one, if you were wondering, although there are others. Now, I had Muerte bring you here for one reason. I would like to recruit you to join my legion of Reapers. If you accept, you will be returned to Earth with holy powers, and will be able to resume your life, but you will also be my agent, hunting and reaping the souls of the wicked who have escaped their punishment. What do you say?"
Parks thought for just a moment, and then said, "Yes. If you will have me, I will be a Reaper." As soon as the words were out of his mouth, a blinding light enveloped him, and he closed his eyes.

When he opened them again, he was back in the alley, but the mugger and victim were gone. He looked down and saw his own dead body there. "Shit." He muttered under his breath. Parks hefted his body and started moving it. "I need to get rid of this." He growled, then froze as his body glowed golden and evaporated, leaving Parks in the alley alone. He ran out and headed back home, where he sat down and looked at his hands. Can I really do this? He thought. I don't know. I'm not even human anymore, I have no idea what I'm capable of. But whatever happens, I made an oath. I need to do this. I will hunt and punish the wicked. I will be... The Reaper.
A/N: Great? Good? Bad? Shit? Let me know!