Chapter 37 - Death by Electricity

Fifteen Years Ago

“This conjurer had the craziest request before he died,” the dark blue-haired grim reaper stated as he sat on a comfy couch inside a room. His elbows perched on the headrest and his head did the same; his boots hit the top of the coffee table as he folded his legs; allowing himself to get lost on the quick but well-deserved break from a tiresome day. Yes, he was fresh from a special mission; fresh from guiding a particular soul into the Afterlife when he decided to visit the Rantzen Estate.

Swirls of pale blue, violet, and platinum white overtook his thoughts as he closed his eyes. These colors had left a mark on him and even more so, the owner—a child who had both unsettled and intrigued him.

“A conjurer?” a woman of rust-colored hair asked, stopping from knitting and tossing him a curious look through the flickering light of the fireplace near her. “I thought Ursula