How did I end up here. I've been contemplating wether I should or should not do Death's job. Although grim reapers are typically known to reap humans souls, that was Death's actual job. Human culture or traditions had made it seem like grim reapers were the ones to reap souls were wrong. For instance, vampires, humans had beliefs that they were would burn in sunlight or glimmer in the sunlight, that's not true.
How do I know that? I don't. Why? Because vampires don't exist, as in I've never met any vampire on my job. I took a wager, a guess, on if vampires exist. They don't, they couldn't exist, if they did, I would see way more people dying on the news, and weird deaths that couldn't be explained by science. There's no way vampires exist, and that's what I said about grim reapers, before I became one.
Back to death's job, I decided to do it. Why not? Indulge in the epidemic where grim reapers are supposed to reap human souls. Let's make human culture true! Not a great idea of mine, but whatever!
The ragged hood was pulled up so that no could see my face. The cloak's tight, so the cloak won't fall off and show my face. It's great, you know, since I'm a criminal on the loose. Let's go get some souls, well... the only souls in Lexia. Some idiot, didn't provide flying, teleportation or some random portal, to go somewhere out of Lexia!
Stupid satan and his stupid face! Anyway, I've thought of a brilliant plan! One where I could capture souls and do my actual job. Lets do this!
I forgot again! Some dummy forgot to give me teleporting powers, why is that bad?! A lot of people die in Lexia everyday, meaning I have to capture their souls very quickly, correct? Which means, people will live longer than expected, that's why it's amazing the some people don't die. Cause no one ain't collecting their soul.
I'm not death, which is why I can't teleport. I'm stuck with one job then! Let's go find some motherfuckers and give them a beating! Lucky for me, I got a sinner, scratch that two sinners near the alleyway... holding a bag of cocaine.
"So.. Cocaine? So cliche. Wearing sketchy ass stuff, having the cocaine in a clear plastic bag, along with you guys being Russian men. Damm, stereotypes are the worst" that was what set them off. The guys who was more muscular, struck a jab at me, while the other one who was behind me, grabbed my shoulders to make sure I couldn't dodge that. "What are ya?! A cop?!" The guy said before the muscular guy was about to hit a jab at me. At the last second, I held the guy's hands (the ones on my shoulders) and pulled his entire body over my head and land on the muscular guy.
"Nah! I'm your worst enemy! See ya in hell, bitches!"
That would've been a great catchphrase to end that fight scene on but they weren't done yet.
"Dolly, ya trying to act tough? You'll regret that! I'll destroy that pretty face you have!" He grabbed a dagger out of his pocket. A dagger with a very nice design. He slashed the knife at my face, I dodged but I was a bit tad late since it made a small scratch mark with blood dripping.
"Awww. You called me pretty! Thank you! I'm so glad I don't look like you two ogers!" Knowing that I would aggravate them, I jumped up and went behind them. They ran to my original spot, before I jumped, they were too late once they realized where I was.
I held my scythe, raised it up high, slanted it to the right and reaped their bodies.
"This 'Dolly' destroyed you, despite your reckless attempt on you 'destroying' my beautiful face'"
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"Scarlett, honey, you gave me two sinners. One of which, smokes the drugs and the other who sells the drugs, while he smokes them. You know, I want you to give me way more.. expressive, and... interesting people who do.. impressive things. And you , you are one of those people, so could you find people like you?" I have no idea why satan is acting this way, but okay? "Well you see, death didn't do his job and -" he gave me a weird look and continued with his own ... speech.
"What does Death have anything to do with this? I gave him his own vacation day." He looked at me as if I was crazy.
"Well, you do know that a lot of people die every day. Correct? What happens if they don't die? They become immortal for a day because someone sent Death on a vacation day! Chaos can rain because someone decided that people shouldn't Die for a day! What could people possibly do?! I don't know?!"
I lashed out my anger at him because stupid Satan left people immortal for a day!!!
I could really get coffee at StarCoffee... JAMES!!
I forgot to say sorry to him! Why did
I have to be an edge lord?!
I panicked and looked taking hyperventilating for a bit. Once I looked at satan, he looked... stone faced.
"I done messed up....
I DONT HAVE ANY MORE SINNERS!!!! DEATH COME BACK! I NEED MY ENJOYMENT!"
He went down on his knees, his arms were raised up high and he yelled in sadness for not getting his enjoyment.
After yelling, he had his face stuffed with his hands, somehow facepalming and crying.
Lexia should be morning by now, that means StarCoffee should be open.
JAMES!!
I left the devil in hell with James in my mind. A blush created in my face but swiftly, I slapped myself to make it seem like someone slapped me, which was worst but knowing that James would ask why I have a blush would fluster me, I'd rather avoid it.
I walked into StarCoffee to see James sleeping on the counter. Cute. I walked up to him and whispered in his ear softly "your boss would fire you if he saw you like this". He immediately raised his head up. His hair was all frizzy and messy, it was as if he had woken up for the day. He had bags under his eyes and his whole body was shaking like his body couldn't even support his weight.
"I'm sorry! How may I help you" he didn't even look down at me (he's taller), he should and would maintain eye contact with me but he's too sleepy to realize. "Hey, silly! It's me Sc-" I was interrupted by a few scoundrels trying to catch me since I basically destroyed their leader. The guy selling cocaine. He was their leader.
"There she is! The little brat that killed our leader! GET HER!!!"