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Tomás nearly paid with his life, as well as Sienna. "No me importa tu razonamiento. Me llaman el segador porque soy el que dicta los juicios. Desafortunadamente para ti, tu futuro se ve sombrío." I don't care about your reasoning. I'm called the Reaper because I am the one that passes out judgments. Unfortunately for you, your future looks Grimm. I say as I aim another shot at him.

A) Lilith B) Asmodeus C) John D) Khloe E) Eira F) Calypso G) Lucifer H) Pete I) Maria J) Aaron K) Massaca Which character killed the grim reaper at the expense of his own life? A) Lilith B) Asmodeus C) John D) Khloe E) Eira F) Calypso G) Lucifer H) Pete I) Maria J) Aaron K) Massaca Who created the blade used to kill the grim reaper? A) Lilith B) Asmodeus C) John D) Khloe E) Eira F) Calypso G) Lucifer H) Pete I) Maria

Chapter 16 "Don't talk to him again human." The Grim reaper said it like I did something very wrong. There are still traces on his face that until now has not lost its sharpness. A clear proof that he's still mad about something. However my heartbeat is more dominant so instead of staring back at him, I chose to avoid looking and just sighed. "First of all, I wasn't the first to talk. Second, what's the problem there and lastly what's your problem, are you on period?" I just asked. There the little smiles on my lips gradually disappeared.

"Isabella Moretti, just like you ordered." The man turned around slowly. Grey eyes locked on mine. No warmth, no smile, just a cold calculation, like he was sizing up a new weapon. This had to be Damien Voss—the Reaper. I'd heard the name in passing from my dad's rare phone calls, but nothing prepared me for the real thing. I straightened up, ignoring how my hands shook. "You'd better have a damn good reason for dragging me out of my bed in the middle of the night. I have a life. An apartment. Students who expect me in class tomorrow."

It merged back with the other. The one grim reaper shadow was much more powerful. I couldn't get a solid hit in. For most of my fight with the thing, my defense had to be impenetrable. I manage to wave most of its attack. The thing not just aimed for my shadow but also for me. I had to be on the constant move. But, through it all, I was having fun. Legit fun. My behavior should have scared the shit out of me, but it didn't. I spotted Craig and tried to move away from him only to have left my guard down. The grim reaper smashed its fist into my shadow. Its impact knocked me back. My vision blurred and sirens went off in my head.

Reaper Swithin said, blowing his nose and taking in the air. "AAHHHHH! This Moroi blood!" Reaper Swithun Johnson is the guardian of Strigoi Grave Risen Coven. He has ginger hair and blue eyes and always wears a black dress coat with silver buttons. He is tall and lean, with a sharp jawline and a piercing gaze that can make even the bravest of souls tremble. Reaper Swithun is known for his unwavering loyalty to the coven and his fierce protection of its members. After Ace, Reaper is second in command in the coven.

“It is not, Alpha Reed. We have just challenged the biggest villain in this region. No one has ever gone against him and walked free. I am scared about this, and you should be as well.” Reed scoffed. “Lord Grim is not a threat anymore. He might have been powerful in the past, but his powers have been neutralized. When last did you hear that he went on one of his wild conquests?” “Not in a long time. Maybe he is satisfied with what he has,” Kael suggested. “Vampires are never satisfied. Lord Grim doesn’t know about being content. The man keeps taking. Have you forgotten his crazy dream about having everyone bow to him?”

I already figured that out on my own. “He is much nicer than the other one. The werewolf, Officer Stone.” I tell him. “Ah, yeah. Malachi Stone. People say that's his last name because he has a heart of stone. Me, personally, I just think he's just an asshole.” Grimm tells me, making me laugh. He smiles slightly. “I should intorduce myself. I'm Thanatos Grimm.” “Um, as in the-” I begin. “Yes, as in the Greek God of Death. I added the last name about three hundred years ago when they began to become popular. I went with Grim because in the 15th Century everyone began to call me the Grim Reaper.”

"F*ck! I was terrified to death! It's excessively frightening!" "This reaper is so strong! It's so frightening!" "That is incredible, that is truly extraordinary. This little charlatan passed on excessively well!" "Today is by all accounts strangely ridiculous!" "Which livestream wasn't horrendous? Each livestream is ridiculous!" "Truth be told, however this time it's significantly more ridiculous than previously! This is just the main game, and there's now a particularly appalling demise. Just a head's been shaved off by the reaper!" Projectile messages were conveyed in a thick stream, and a wide range of remunerations were sent over, as though they were free. The whole live transmission ro

I had felt genuinely sorry for how pale he looked, so I went hungry myself just so I could save on living expenses and send the extra to him. I worked five odd jobs outside of classes and fainted several times just from exhaustion caused by low blood sugar alone. The most dangerous of those occasions had been when I was almost crushed under a bus' wheels because I had passed out. In the end, all of my hard-earned money had been used on another woman's recovery. I could no longer taste the food I was eating. Before I knew it, all I could taste on my tongue was bitterness. It felt similar to when I had been on the verge of death in my previous life.