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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.”

I had to find something I could do to make money that I could be discrete enough to accomplish without drawing the attention of the massive amount of people I managed to successfully piss off by means of killing the under-lord, Christian. That led to my current livelihood of being an assassin. I started out with nothing more than the knife that killed my mother, Christian’s belt and sheath, and my rags cut, sewed, and repurposed into a disguise to hide my hair and face. I was sloppy in the beginning, and it was a wonder I’d never been caught. As the years passed, I became the most efficient, deadly, mysterious, and untraceable assassin. I entered unseen, killed in silence, and vanished witho

"Let us be back in a few minutes to tend and change your bandages, sir. Our master will be back in a few hours." "Thank you so much... I will be glad to see your master that now I am in a stable condition and be able to extend my thanks personally to him...," he said. "May I ask, if it's alright, would it be okay to know the name of your master? So that I will be able to express my gratitude to him in the grandest honor." The younger maid finally smiled and answered, "Yes you may, sir. We address him here as Master Kai, but he is known as the second son of the Duke, Quin Kaylus."

The man smiled and said, “Interesting. You’re the first person to talk to me in that way.” Next to him, Midge pointed at Philip and roared. “Dude, you’re too arrogant. I’m afraid you don’t know the fame of Reaper Notting, the Grim Reaper of Northwood!” The Grim Reaper of Northwood? Reaper Notting? Philip frowned and shrugged as he said, “I’m sorry, but I really don’t know him. You may leave now.”

, my body feels too heavy *zzooommmm* Suddenly someone came out from behind, and it was carrying a Crescent Scythe as I see who it is, It is Grim Reaper! I bombarded him immediately of questions. “GRIM REAPER!!! why is my foot disappearing? it’s just 8 pm!!” “There is a huge chaos in the underworld and spirit world so I also do not know what is happening, all of us, GRIM REAPERS, are in the state of battle mode.”- Grim Reaper. unlike before he is more serious now

He got ready to pay a visit to the company, bringing the plan along to let the employees put it into action. At the same time, over at Tom's place, a man in black with the mask of a grim reaper stood before Tom. "You're finally here, my friend!" The masked man was known as Reaper. Ranked ninth on the Shadow Ranking of the Hitman Guild, he was a formidable hitman who had never failed to take down a target. A year ago, Reaper had gotten injured during an assignment and fell unconscious on the road. Tom came across him and saved him. Thus, the two formed a friendship.

This second life belongs to someone else. This second life doesn't allow me to spoil it and do anything I want. This second life has a purpose, a meaning and a desire to be much better than the first. But all this undead stuff was making me lose sight of my sanity. I could understand how crazy all of this would have sounded if I had told Katherine everything there was to tell. First off, there was the Death Reaper, who didn't look like the monster illustrated in pictures and movies. He actually seemed friendly and, as Krista called him, a "gorgeous dude", considering that he might be the servant of Hades, the Greek god of the underworld.

He nodded his head and tilted his head as he looked at me. "Can you do anything that a reaper can, like take lives," he asked. I shrugged my shoulders. I'd never tried so I didn't have a clue. I pulled Deagon to me and held his hand. Viktor watched my movement and frowned openly. "The big guy is Grim, our ruler, Grim, this is my daughter Ayira and her impossible mate Deagon," he said with humor, like he had told a joke. I looked at Deagon and smiled, was he my mate? I stopped smiling when I saw the concern in his eyes glaring at Viktor. Grim came to stand before me and he had changed immensely. I cocked my brow and looked up at him and exhaled softly. He was very attractive but he wasn't my