Psychopomp

Psychopomps, the impatient reapers.
They're meant to ferry departed souls. However, they have this habit of... Hurrying things along. Except that they're all hypocrites: if one does so in view of another, they'll call down the entire network on the transgressor. As if the witness wasn't there with the intent to poach in the first place. So they reap, ever paranoid, and nobody wins: not them, shattered if they draw too much attention; not us, taken before our times by the greedy. Only their rotting god, the one they offer their harvest to, truly benefits.