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“Yeah, totally hot. Blonde hair that was gold. Like molten gold color. But her handlers saw me looking and she shoved her hood back on real quick and then they left.” “What’s her name?” Second guy seemed pretty interested in the information from his buddy. “Don’t know her real name. She goes by Grim Reaper. I heard her handler talking to someone. He wanted to call her the Slayer but she apparently hated that name. Said it brought up weird memories. I guess she fought before.” I froze. I was the Slayer in my past life. I knew they were talking about Addie. Bruce looked at me and then hurried over to the guys.

Will she die tonight? Unlike what most mortals believe, I’m not the only reaper walking this world. There are many of us, spread across the earth like silent watchers. Death is constant—every second, someone takes their last breath. But not all of them fall under my charge. I only reap those whose names appear in my book—the appointed souls bound to my hand. I kept checking my note, flicking through its cursed pages, waiting for her name to appear. But it didn’t. Not yet.

“I don’t know his actual name, I just know what he goes by The Reaper.” Both mine and Callan’s eyes bulged at a the name that I never thought I would hear again.

he prompts, holding my arms. "Wait, tell me your real name, I don't like calling you Reaper," I say frankly. Reaper stares at me contemplating if he should open up or not, finally he does. "Trevor Richard," he states. My jaws dropped so badly I hear the man snicker. "Trevor? Wow! You look like a Trevor. I like that name. I suppose you already know everything about me," I say holding out my hand to him for a handshake. Trevor looks at me hand and then as if changing his mind against that, he wraps me in his embrace, hugging me so tight.

“Get out of my sight.” “It's times I visit these Mongrels." Reaper was an acquaintance of Lucifer; they referred to the reaper as the cleaning service. He pays reaper exceptionally well. Reaper had connections in the Forensic police department worldwide, making missing person files disappear.

“If you love him then why aren’t you with him? Why did he openly reject you, why... “Because I used him or shall we say the vampire part of him, which brings me back to my question. Do you know the reaper?” I jogged my memory trying to recall where I had heard the name it sounded familiar, just out of reach of my brain ad then it came with a snap. “The reaper was the name given to the werewolf who was responsible for wiping out the tumek village.” I paused, my eyes suddenly widening with fear. “No, you must be joking.”

To sigh. " Finish her." With this being said, he turns around to leave when I scream from behind. Clenching my fists. " W...ho...a..re you!" The man's back stiffens and that's when he runs his fingers through his hair. To let the hood drop. “ Cerberus… they call me Cerberus . The barrier between life and death. And also the loyal servant of her, my Queen. Heratte…” “ The Goddess of Darkness.”

a grim reaper reported. "What did you say? Did you say, Zanea?" his eyes widened in fear as he looked at the grim reaper. The man bent down his knees and frowned, "Yes, archangel. His name was written in the list," he responded and his heart sank to realized that Zanea was the one who killed the Vampire.

-Do you know who Azael is? He looks at me with a terrified face. -Azael Grimm? The new? - I'm not quite sure it's called that, but I nod my head because there aren't many people named Azael in this country. So much less in high school. What's more, I think there is only one person in the world named like that and that is him. -What's the matter with him? - He's the one who bumped into us on the day of the dance, Jason- I say bluntly.

“Be gentle.” Reaper lifts his hands in mock surrender. “Always.” He turns to me. “Name’s Reaper, vice president of the Rogue Legion and an Alpha panther.” His green eyes gleam faintly. “If I look like I’m stalking you, I probably am but only to make sure no one else does.” I don’t know whether to be comforted or terrified. Asmodeus steps forward next and floor seems to creak under his weight. “Asmodeus,” he says, voice deep and steady. “I am the Sergeant at Arms also an Alpha bear.” He gives me a small, careful nod. “I guard what’s mine.”