Ghost: Grim Reaper の小説・ストーリー

"I dug the grave last week. It's empty, Jose. He's been hiding. He's scared. And he hates us both for letting it get that far. For letting her get that close to finishing it." Rainer stopped. His hands clenched at his sides, then slowly released. "I didn't want it to go like this. I didn't want any of this. But you left me no fucking choice. You always pick the thing that lets you sleep. The one that costs someone else instead of you." Jose grabbed the edge of the table. The metal was cold under his fingers. Alive. Elias was alive. The brother he had quietly stopped letting himself think about because the grief was more manageable than the guilt. The one he had failed long before any grave w

" The samples… I had found them through countless observations, nearly exhausting myself in the process, and now they wanted to take even that from me. A surge of fierce unwillingness rose in my chest. Dragging my nearly frozen body upright, I stood again. The axe was still at my side. I grabbed it and staggered back to where the pipeline had cracked earlier. The flames of revenge burned fiercely in my heart. 'Zachary… Luna… 'You two want to use my life in exchange for her permanent position, right? 'Then let me make sure that you get a permanent assignment… in hell!' Crash! Crash!

What makes you think you deserve that, Anthony? I looked at him, my gaze cold. Maybe it was because it was the first time I'd ever stood up to him—I watched Anthony freeze, completely stunned. And for the first time, I felt a lightness and calmness wash over me. It was like a huge weight had finally been lifted off my shoulders. My ghost friends stared at me, their expressions slowly shifting into shock. Then, someone finally spoke up. "Willow, you're turning transparent." "When a ghost's body becomes see-through, it means their attachment is gone. It's time to reincarnate," one of the more experienced ghosts explained.

"What are you trying to get him to evolve to?" "His constitution makes him a good fit to become a psychopomp." Aria explained to a confused Philip, "They're what movies call grim reapers. You guide people to their rightful place in the afterlife, and you get paid by the Netherrealm. Understand?" Philip's face turned pale. "I understand, but I don't think I'm cut out for that career. I don't have the guts, and it sounds dangerous." "True. I heard it's easy to get your soul sucked out if you're not careful," Aria replied seriously. "Though, I haven't actually seen a grim reaper."

Lucifer said, smirking at his friend. Grimm walked out, mumbling under his breath. He knew Lucifer really wanted these three souls, but for what? He wasn’t entirely sure about the reason, but when his friend gave him a job, he had to do it. He didn’t want him to contact any of the other reapers that was around. That’ll fuck up his reputation and his relationship with the Lord of the Underworld. “Grimm?” He turned and seen his best friend’s ex-wife, Lilith, coming towards him. “How are you?”

Like hoppy. The girl wheezed, tried to crawl away, but the bonds held tightly, and her back rested against a tree trunk. Only a few steps separated the victim from the undead. The stench emanating from the Walker became unbearable. The ugly face of a ghoul with traces of earth on rotting skin was distorted by greed. Blue lips stretched out, revealing strong teeth. Someone's husband or father will bite her to death. Someone who loved, suffered, lived, but died and... was reborn into this .

I was just leaving the apartment when I spotted a man wearing all black in front of the entrance to our apartment building. The way he looked and the way I felt about him was enough for me to know he was a Grim reaper, because I didn't see any life marks on his head. I swallowed when he looked directly at me. "You have to come with me now." he said in an emotionless voice. My eyes widened and I looked around to see if there was anyone. "Why? Am I dead?" I asked in shock. maybe it's just my soul and that I was completely asleep last night?! The thought made me even more nervous.

A void replaced the pain, but it left a hollow ache. Years passed. I lived as a reaper. Cold. Efficient. Detached. I watched lives end and guided souls to their fates. One gloomy afternoon, I saw my mother's name written in the Death Note. I didn’t flinch.No fear. No sadness. Nothing.... Maybe it’s because I’m no longer human— Just a cold-blooded shell of what I used to be. I reaped my mother’s soul with steady hands. No tears, no hesitation. When it was done, I packed my things and left for Germany— an order from Thanatos.