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!!!!!This is not as gory as the book cover looks, I promise!!!!!

It had been another day for him, the same old same old, taking the souls of idiots that think they have the right to take others...and he loved it nonetheless. It was his job after all.
He was glad that he was placed in charge of killing bad guys while his subordinates clean up his mess, quite a fun job for the young lad...if being a 1,246 year old immortal is considered young.
He was casually strolling around in his combat boots, too dark of an outfit, and his, as usual, long and silky black hair which ended at his torso. He had always admired his hair, which was accidentally 'chopped off', as he put it, by his victim of the night and put him in a sour mood.
He was strolling around the neighborhood, but suddenly changed his course towards fine light that sparked his interest, curious as to what it could be.
The man knew that he was clearly making an excuse to look there because of the sweet smell he had caught. A lot of scents had been caught by him, a lot of them were also as sweet as this little munchkin, but it was sure as heck not as tempting as his frustration to look at one of the owners of this scent

Table of Angel and Her Reaper

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Volume 1