The Reaper's Successor

Prologue

After a long and tiring shift at work, he finally could walk home and rest. There had been an abnormal number of deaths in this city. It had been overly exhausting on him, and the lack of colleagues at night was making it ten times worse.

As he walked home, he could not help shake the feeling of being watched. It started happening when there was an increase in the usual number of deaths, but he shook it off as being overworked and exhausted. He turned around, and there was no one. As expected.

I should really start requesting some earlier shifts. These night shifts really must be getting to me and now I am hallucinating things already, he thought.

Even when he reached the apartment, he did not feel any more comfortable. It was as if he was being stalked by ghosts and yet he knew that was not possible. The ghosts would never dare to.

Home sweet home. He could take a long slumber for the next two days before going back to work. He was about to enter his bedroom when he noticed something. Footprints. On his carpet. They weren't his. The clothes that he had left on the sofa were all messed up. He registered in his mind that someone had broken into his apartment, and he might be in danger.

He ran to the kitchen and grabbed one of the knives. If they were in his apartment, they were either here to rob him or for another reason. He slowly approached his bedroom and opened the door. It was empty, but he did not drop his suspicions. He looked under the bed. Nothing there. Behind the curtains? Nothing there too.

The last place he had yet to check was his closet. He opened it slowly with the knife in his other hand. There they were: the two invaders all dressed in black. They were both holding guns, looking ready to fire at him, but they could have done that before he checked the closet. What were they possibly planning?

He did not hesitate to stab one of them right in the chest as they both jumped onto him. He was on the ground, vulnerable as he had lost his only form of defence, but he still put up a good fight. He was struggling with the other guy with the gun, and there were multiple close calls. However, he could not completely avoid all the bullets, and one went straight through his shoulder, but he used this as an upper hand and kicked the guy and grabbed his gun.

"What are you doing here?" He said as he pointed at the intruder.

"You think we haven't noticed, Grim Reaper? You were so easy to find. The only reason you're not dead is that our leader needs you alive. Don't try running away from us. We will always find you. There are more of us coming for you right now."

He immediately shot the guy in the head after hearing that. His second identity had been found out. What could they possibly want from him?

He wanted to pack his things and run, but he heard the front door being kicked down.

Shit, their reinforcements have already come for me, he thought. He could try and stay behind and fight, but he knew that he would eventually be outnumbered. The only weapons he had were the knife and two almost-empty guns. He had no way of protecting himself.

He had no choice but to accept the reality. He took one of the guns and pointed it at his head. In his mind, his last thought was regret that he could not be there for him.

I'm sorry Scott, you have to do this alone. I can't be there for you this time.

It was time for him to visit the place he knew all too well but no longer expected to return from. "Time to meet you for the second time, Lucifer," he muttered as he pulled the trigger.

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A/N

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