Grim Reaper's Bride
“It wasn't just coincidence that we met, was it?”
He took a contemplative sip of tea as I snatched a biscotti from his plate, munching it angrily. “Depends on your point of view,” he shrugged. “I took notice of you several years ago. There was a border skirmish in the Shamayim, the First Heaven. It's the realm right beyond this one, rooted in the firmament. The Damned were trying to escape into the mortal realms. They'd overtaken their guards in Gehenna, the prison of angels. It's technically my realm, but it's a rotten piece or real estate, full of molten pits, damned souls and what-have-you. You can understand why the guards grew tired of their duties, and lost focus over the cent
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