There was nothing in the abyss she currently resided in. She felt nothing as she was floating in darkness that crept all around. It swallowed her form as her vision was dark and unable to see clearly. The young woman was abruptly awoken by someone forcing her head underwater. She opened her eyes and began to fight against the person holding her. The person pulled her head out of the water as she coughed up water.

"What the fuck, asshole?! What was that for?!" the young woman asked. The man holding her, threw her to the floor harshly as he spoke, "No foul language is to be used in the Celestial Realm."

"You tried to drown me to wake me up and just threw me to the fucking floor. Now where the-" "SILENCE!!" the young woman was interrupted by a booming voice. She glared at the man behind the male that had awoken her. The other male was dressed in a white suit with a pair of silver framed sunglasses that tinted black.

"That is absolutely no way to speak in the Celestial Realm and especially in front of me," the unknown male said. The man that had a hold of the young woman was shooed away by the unknown male. The young woman raised an eyebrow as he continued, "Get up and follow me, now."

"Tch, not going to happen unless you tell me where I am and who the hell you are?" The male gave her credit for being so stubborn, he cannot lie, but it annoyed him.

"I'm God. You are in Heaven, but not for long thankfully," the male spoke. The woman looked confused for a moment before saying, "Okay so, either I am going crazy or God is an actual asshole."

"Excuse me? What did you just call me?" the so-called God asked in a pissed off tone. She smirked and said, "You are excuse then, ass."

"Oh my me," the male pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance as he continued, "Will you just come on before I drag you myself."

"Disrespectful much?" the young woman muttered. She stood up as she brushed herself off and began to walk behind him. The two walked down a grand hallway that had white pillars going down the hall with pure gold roses climbing each pillar and reflecting light coming through the pure glass roof. The flooring was of pure gold as well making the hall brighter. The hall was so bright, the young woman had to cover her eyes in order to see but even that barely worked.

"Come on, and be careful about where to step," he commanded. She glared at him and said, "I can barely see as this hall is so bright."

The male huffed and snapped his fingers which made a pair of sunglasses appear in his hand. He glared at the shorter female and said, "Here, a pair of sunglasses for you. They'll help you see."

Hesitantly taking them, the young woman put them on and was amazed at how darker they made the hall. Now she could see where she was going and the details of the hall. There were specs of silver engraved in the walls as they glimmered in the light as well making so you wouldn't see them without the shades. The young woman followed the male to a grand arch doorway that had gold lining on the pillars leading up the arch. The doors opened to reveal a big office with two people standing by the desk. The two looked different from the man in the white suit. One had the lower half of a goat with cold red eyes, light tan skin, white hair, and black goat horns. The other was covered in a black cloak, pale white skin like the young woman's, ruffled black hair, dark heavy bags under his glowing red eyes, and a black messy suit.

"God… What exactly did you do?" the cloaked male asked in a deep threatening tone. God scowled and said, "Wait here. I apparently have some unexpected visitors that need to be taken care of. I won't be long."

The young woman pouted as she sat in one of the chairs to the left of the door. She gave God the middle finger as he went to turn away causing him to glare at her. The door shut behind him and the young woman sighed as she sank in the chair. She could barely remember how she got there, even about who she was. Everything to her… was just a blur of nothing. The young woman stared off into space, trying to think back to something she could remember, when a loud shout was heard, "YOU DID WHAT?! THERE WAS ABSOLUTELY NO NEED TO DO THAT TO HER!!"

"What in the hell are they talking about?" she muttered. She put her ear to the wall but could barely make out what they were talking about.

"You didn't need to kill her."

"She's done nothing wrong. It was her father's fault to begin with."

"Hey! Don't bring-"

"SILENCE, BOTH OF YOU!! I don't care who's fault it is, she's a pain in my rear and way too dangerous to keep alive," God said. Silence fell upon the office before one of the two said, "You can't just kill her. She's been chosen by the fates for that destiny."

"No, no, absolutely not, I cannot allow for that to happen," God's voice spoke up. The poor young woman was so lost. What destiny was so important? Why was she chosen? And what did her father do to upset God and take it out on her?

She pulled away from the wall and after a few more minutes of pondering, the door opened. The man in the dark cloak walked out of the office with who she assumed to be Satan or quite possibly Lucifer at this point, behind him.

"Come on, 66. You'll be coming with me," the man in the cloak said. The young woman looked around for a moment before standing and pointing at herself. The man sighed and said, "Yes you. Now come on, we haven't got all day."

"Why did you call me "66" and not by a normal name?" The young woman's brows furrowed in confusion. The male paused and said, "Reaper Law #999 states that it is banned for female reapers to have names. I didn't make the rulebook, God did and he's an ass about changing it."

"He's a disrespectful asshole in general. Literally no care into how I was treated when I was abruptly awoken by getting my head submerged in water and when I was thrown to the damn floor. It sucks that a place this pretty has such an asshole of a ruler," 66 spoke. The demon snickered as the man in the cloak smirked with a slight chuckle. 66 glared at the two, "What's so funny?"

"God's being disrespected by not just us two anymore. Reapers and demons don't even dare utter a peep of a complaint to him as they're quite terrified of him. Angels aren't allowed to say anything either even if they so wanted to," the demon spoke up, his voice was deep and mysterious sounding. 66 shivered slightly as the sound of his voice. The man in the cloak walked over to 66 and stroked her dark brunette hair gently. Her dark eyes flashed crimson which didn't seem to surprise the male. He hummed and said, "I'm Grim, you can call me "Mr Reaper" if you so please. I'm in charge of all the Reapers known to man. I can tell you more about the Spirit Realm as we head there."

"Okay, I'm fine with that," 66 said. Black mist covered Grim's right arm and he raised his hand in a way as if he was going to fling his cloak. The mist formed together and created a portal to another world. He smiled softly and said, "After you, dear."

66 passed through the portal and appeared in front of a huge courthouse hall as a small gasp left her lips. Grim appeared behind her after a few moments and the portal returned to the black mist it once was. 66 looked around the place as she turned to see a city made of marble with asphalt roads. She took off the sunglasses as she spoke in a soft tone, "Mm, so I'm here now. What did I even do that was so bad to end up here?"

"It wasn't your fault. Your father is to blame and God is blaming you for it," Grim said in a sad tone, "You weren't supposed to end up here."

"What did he do?" 66 frowned. Grim went silent before speaking, "It's not important for you to know. You'll find out later anyway. Now, come on. Morte1 is going to show you around since I have a lot of paperwork to do. You'll be getting your memories back soon as well."

"Okay, I'm coming," 66 spoke. She settled into her new job as a Reaper quite nicely as Morte supervised her on her job. Now, she worked on her paperwork. Making sure things were signed, printed, correct, ect. before sending it on to the next reaper in need of it. The same job she did over and over everyday since the day she died and became a reaper over thirty-six years ago in the Spirit Realm. She also had to keep an eye on her child, a child that was assigned to her to make sure she lived out what her fate was to be.

The click of the camera and a black film in a white picture frame came out of the camera. Shaking the film's frame a little, the picture began to develop. A picture of a snowman. A terrible snowman created, but a snowman nonetheless. Created from packing snow from the top of the dark blue Honda in the driveway, into a trashcan and flipping it in the snow. It was half the size, maybe even shorter than its creator. It was a blank canvas of a snowman with dented in eyes and very thin twigs used as its arms. Expected of course, since where the creator of the snowman lives, it rarely ever snows in winter. The snow day only had two to three inches of snow after all. And the snowman being created by a currently four foot eleven, tan-skinned little girl with black hair blending into the night, who was scrawnier than a scarecrow with no artistic talent, made it feel like an accomplishment to do all by herself. Though the snowman melted a few days later including with all the remaining snow.

The picture of the snowman was tucked away as a joyous accomplishment. In the scrapbook of good memories of the girl's life forever stored in the Reaper Library within the Spirit Realm. The polaroid that had taken it is a reaper's tool to have the good and bad memories of someone taken and separated into two scrapbooks, the good and bad memories. The scrapbook went back on the shelf in the little girl's small library section of other scrapbooks created to hold past joyous and terrible memories. Books lining the shelves when you walk in. Some on carts as unused and empty. A small book stand in the middle of the section stood holding a worn book. Only used to get a picture of a memory to put in a recent scrapbook.

66 walked from the section to her office to go back to her paperwork, fully knowing what the little child had in store for the future. 66 didn't understand why her child had been chosen for the destiny she still knew nothing about, but there had to be some connection between her and her child. Her office was small in size and was kept neatly organized to her. Anyone else would tell you that it was a mess on how she was organized. 66 sat at her desk and began to continue with paperwork.

After she finished her paperwork for her boss, Grim, she collected it all to take to his office. 66 strolled down the big hall with white pillars on either side and black wallpaper with silver stars. The pillars had black roses with silver stems all on the arches as back rose petals littered the hall's floor. She walked up to a big black arched doorway with a stack of papers under her right arm. Knocking, she didn't hear anything back.

"Oh, Mr Reaper got busy with something. He'll be able to get to you in a bit, dear," Grim's secretary, number 120, spoke in her usual soft tone. 66 sighed and said, "I just came to drop off some paperwork for him that I'm done with."

120 nodded and said as pointed to two different colored baskets, one green and the other red, "You can leave it right in the red basket for him, dear."

66 placed the paperwork in the red basket and began to walk off to get back to work when the door to Grim's office opened.

"66, just the reaper I was about to call for, I need to talk to you about something," Grim said as 66 turned around. Grim picked up the papers in the red basket and 66 followed him inside his big office. File cabinets on either side of the room, closed with no papers sticking out. The walls were grey as the back wall with the big window had many plaques and framed awards on the walls. The big window was currently covered by large black curtains making the only light sources coming from the silver candle lit chandelier and from the cracks under the shut double doors. A black plush carpet was in the middle of the office right in front of the dark oak desk with a chair in front of the desk. Grim sat in his spinny black chair at his desk that faced towards the door. Papers littered his dark oak desk as he put the pile of paperwork in a bin to the left of his desk. 66 sat in the empty chair and asked, "Why did you want to speak with me?"

"I wanted to tell you about your father and why this happened to you," Grim spoke in a weary tone. His dark red irises showed sorrow as their eyes locked with one another's. 66's head tilted in confusion. Grim frowned as he continued, "Reaper Law #1: Reapers cannot fall in love and Reaper Law #2: Reapers cannot have children for any reason. I made the mistake and fell in love with your mother who later had you, a half-human half-reaper. God found out and wasn't happy with me about it. I was able to hide you from him until you became a year old, but had to send you to Earth so you could be with your mother to protect you. God promised not to send anyone after you until you had gotten your reaper abilities. He's an ass for not fulfilling his side of the promise. And now he's demanding I get rid of you for good."

66 froze in her seat. Her eyes glistened in the light as tears formed at the corners of her eyes. Grim frowned as he stood up to go over to her. He wiped her tears as 66 immediately pulled him into a hug.

"Momma always told me good things about you. She misses you," 66 said. Grim smiled softly and said, "Well, now our family won't be apart any longer. Your mother is waiting in Halloween World. You're going to be sent there to finish the rest of your school education. I'll be taking on the responsibility of watching your child."

"I love you, daddy," 66 said. Grim hugged her back as he said, "I love you too, Scarlett."

Morte - "Mortem" in Latin became "morte" in both Italian and Portuguese. Translated, this word means "death" and used when talking about the fact that someone died or when speaking about someone's death. (How to Say 'Death' in 14 Different Languages | Cake Blog)

Toymaker - In Halloween World, the Toymaker is famous for creating haunted/possession dolls for ghosts and demons and normal toys for people to play with. No one except the Grim Reaper and one of the dolls in the workshop named Sugarcookie has met the Toymaker or knows who they are. Scarlet is one of the very few people that know Toymaker's identity.