Reaper's Rebellion

The church had grown too powerful. It was out of control. Even the Highland King did as the Pope commanded. Their priests and soldiers thought they could do whatever they liked. No wonder men had started fighting back. If he wasn't such a craven, he might join the rebellion himself. He certainly felt these Knights could use some reaping.
He pulled his wife and kids close and hugged them. "What are we gonna do Arwen?" his wife asked him.
"I don't know honey. I don't know."
BANG! Suddenly, Arwen was on the ground. Smoke filled his lungs. His ears rang. He looked around and saw that his family was okay. They crawled over to him, and he held them protectively. What had just happened? There was a huge hole in the church stone wall, and a figure was beginning to emerge from the gloom. He saw a large figure wearing all black. His hood was up, and his face was... a skull. Arwen clutched his cross and began to pray. This had to be a nightmare. Please God, let him wake up. The figure pointed at the altar and more emerged behind him. They poured into the church—all with skull faces.
"Reapers!" Father Archibald screamed and pointed at them. The knights began forming a protective barrier around him. They drew their swords. "Kill them! Kill the heathens!" the priest screamed. Two of the knights made their way down the aisle. They reached the Reaper that had been first through the breach. He raised his sword. It was black, and a silver skull was gleaming at its handle. Resentment. That was the name of that sword. It had to be. Arwen had heard the stories. It was said to be forged in hell. That was the Lord Reaper himself.
Then she walked in. A beautiful woman dressed in black stepped through the rubble and into the church. All the candles died instantly. A chill crept down Arwen's spine. He noticed the five-pointed star above her breast. An evil symbol. He crossed himself again. The dark woman had come to Glampshire.