"What's wrong?" I said trying to break the tension in the air.
"It's common knowledge to all species that we Grim Reapers do not have names..." he said, looking over at me. We had stopped walking.
"Oh, you're a Grim Reaper? I have not encountered a Grim Reaper until you came along, so I forgot that little fact."
"All species have seen one of us before. All except humans that is." He takes a step toward me, forcing me, in turn, to move back. it was impossible to come to Earth and not encounter one.
He continues, "Humans can only see us after they die."
"Oh, is that so?" Another step. I tense, preparing to run.
"Indeed, they used to be able to do so when they were alive, but that all changed after the war. But I suppose a human like you would know nothing about that, no?" At this point, he was directly in front of me, scythe drawn and at the ready.
"I'm sure that you will learn of such things sooner or later."
"That's nice," I say, trying to stay calm. Why did I have to go and ask for his name? I could have gotten away scot-free if I just kept my stupid mouth shut.
"The devils in hell love to tell stories when torturing people."
"..." Great, just great. Just then, the voice in my head seemed to become louder. Can't you at least give me peace and quiet in this perilous situation so I can think? Apparently, it did not agree with my request as it just became louder.
Meanwhile, the Grim Reaper in front of me swung his scythe down.
"Wait, " I screamed, hoping that a miracle would happen again. But I suppose I was not lucky.
...
Finally! I was getting tired of pretending. That human was exhausting to deal with. He even wanted to give me a hug! The audacity! I hate creatures like him, just because they have a soul, they think they can do whatever they want.
If not for him manifesting a mana shield at the beginning, I would not have spared so much time to deal with him. He didn't even know that doppelgangers only exist when Lord Life makes a mistake. How stupid. He basically accused the Lord of not doing his job correctly.
And to think I thought he somehow got chosen as a God. The mana shield must have been a fluke.
Good thing Sir Amon replied to my message quickly.
I look at him now. I can see his unconscious soul floating about in my scythe. It gave off an unusual purple hue, just like his inhuman eyes. Despite everything, I admit that he was quite amusing. As amusing as a human could be anyway.