So, you have obviously heard of the grim reaper but I highly doubt you have heard of the rest of us reapers. Much less so, me or my sisters, the daughters of the grim reaper. The oldest is Val, older stories may call her Valkyrie. She is a warrior and enjoys leading soldiers to the other side. Then, there was Liza she is the kind that wants to be everyone's friend but won't let you hurt her. The youngest, Aurora, is probably the sweetest of us all but don't let that fool you. If you hurt anyone she cares about she will make sure you wished you never met us. My name is Serenity Death (yes Grim's last name is actually Death for those that actually care.) I just turned 20 years old today.
I have fiery red hair and piercing blue eyes that everyone adores. But there is one thing wrong with me, I'm cursed to feel nothing. I have gone through my life thus far not feeling happiness, sadness, anger, loneliness, or anything at all, in that manner. It definitely makes my life boring but, unlike my sister Aurora, I have never had my heart broken.
Another upside, I don't feel regret when I take souls no matter how young or old the dead person is. It makes being a reaper a heck of a lot easier.
"Alloria!" My dad called from his throne room.
"Coming, Dad," I shouted in reply wondering what he could possibly need this time. He has seemed more demanding lately. Is it possible for men to PMS? If so, he definitely has been PMSing for the last three months and crying every time I had to leave the castle for anything.
Dad glared at the door as I walked through it, "Where were you last night?" he asked as I bowed down. See I told you very emotional and maybe a bit forgetful, too.
"I was at the fairy realm getting that soul you asked for. Why? Did I miss something?" I asked rolling my eyes behind my hood.
Dad sighed then smiled at me as my two older sisters, Liza and Val walked into the throne room smiling and I looked at both of them then my father confused.
"Uh now I know I am missing something. Dad nor Liza smiles much less at the same time. What's going on?" I asked them looking at each of them in turn.
After a few moments my youngest sister, Aurora, walked in and sighed, "Dad, please tell me you haven't been working Serenity so hard that she forgot her birthday again."
I started laughing and everyone looked at me confused.
"What? I know you're all joking. It's only December and my birthday is in April," I said deciding to play along with the forgetting time excuse.
"No, sis," Liza said giving me a pitying look, "Today is your birthday."
Truth is, I know it's my birthday but I hate my birthdays. The humans make a joke out of it and my dad always throws a ball, where I pretend to feel enjoyment, and invites all the supernatural creatures in hopes I can find my mate. See, the only way to break my curse is for me to meet my mate.
I turned to my father with the best scared look I could fake and gasped, "Please dad, not another ball. I never feel anything and everyone always just looks at me with pity and calls me an ice princess."
"You are a princess," he said and shook his head, "and to fix the ice part we must find your mate and this is always your best chance. We will have the ball and this year may very well be your blooming year."
At that, I nodded, knowing it was pointless arguing with my father over this matter
As usual, my father picked out a beautiful gown for me for the ball. Unlike usual, however, this gown wasn't blue to match my eyes. It was Crimson red with black lace roses etched across the chest and all over the skirt. The skirt goes all the way to the floor and it has an open back that would show off the wing shaped mark on my back.
Long story short, I am sure it was beautiful and any normal person would love it. But, I am not normal and to me it was just like any other dress my father decided to get me. I am not typically one that enjoys wearing dresses but he always makes me wear one for the reapers ball.
Speaking of him doing things for the ball to make sure I ain't doing what I normally do with my appearance for the ball a knock on the door signified the handmaiden my father was sending to do my hair, make-up, bath, and dress me.
With a roll of my eyes, I walked to the door, opened it and let out an exasperated sigh as an older lady with raven hair walked in "I'm sorry Rachel. Every year you have been sent to do this since my mother died and I know it's no easy task taming my wild hair."
"Oh, don't be silly. I love doing this," Rachel said, "besides, you girls are like the daughters I never got to have."
"Did you already do my sisters' looks then?"
"Oh, but of course. I always save you for last so you can relax longer in the tub."
I kissed her on the cheek and let her lead me into the bathroom where she put lilac and rose scented oils in the tub. It was always those scents because she claims it matches my scent and she would rather not hide my "heavenly" smell that was so much like my mother's.