𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧

17 - fear me, mortals! i'm the grim reaper!

a.n: filler chapter again ahahaha

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The air in the movie theatre buzzed with palpable tension as the audience recoiled at the gruesome death scene playing out on the big screen. However, in stark contrast, Xenon and Y/n were the epitome of indifference, their faces impassive as if they had been anesthetized to the carnage. On the other hand, Cleo looked nothing short of petrified, her eyes bulging with horror and mouth agape.

Sharing a knowing glance, the siblings found themselves amused by their friend's intense reaction. A low, snickering laugh escaped Y/n's lips.

As the movie concluded and they spilled out into the lobby, Cleo blurted out, "How can you both be so unfazed? That was downright horrifying!"

Xenon felt a witty retort dancing on the tip of his tongue, yet he bit it back, acutely aware of Cleo's presence. Instead, he offered a dismissive shrug, letting the question hang in the air unanswered.

Y/n, however, wasn't as tactful. Her response was delivered with a chilling casualness, "It's quite easy, honestly. All you have to do is consider how many times Dad has evaded being charged with murder, and suddenly the movie's death scene doesn't seem so graphic."

Xenon's eyes widened at his sister's brazen comment, but Cleo merely scoffed.

"Yeah, sure," she retorted.

(Few hours later)

"Y/n, you can't just throw around jokes like that," Xenon admonished as soon as they stepped into their home, settling onto the couch and firing up the PS4. Y/n merely grinned at him, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

"Why not? I knew Cleo wouldn't buy it," she retorted. "The idea is so ludicrous that no one ever believes it. I mean, our dad is essentially one of the world's most wanted criminals while also serving as a government spy! Seriously, his ability to cover his tracks is unnerving."

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(10 months later, Sumeru desert)

Y/n sauntered into the blacksmith's shop, pulling out a blueprint from her pocket and holding it up in front of the blacksmith.

"I have here a blueprint for a scythe. Can you forge it for me?" Y/n said, a glint in her eye.

The blacksmith furrowed his brow. "A scythe? That's an odd choice of weapon. I'm not sure I can make it."

"That's because it's unique and badass. And don't worry, I'll pay extra for your trouble," Y/n replied with a smirk.

The blacksmith sighed. "Alright, I'll do it, but it won't be easy. It'll take a lot of time and effort, and I'm warning you now, it won't be cheap."

Y/n shrugged. "No problem. I'm a patient person."

The blacksmith shook his head in disbelief. "I can't believe I'm doing this," he muttered.

Five days later, Y/n returned to the blacksmith's shop to pick up the scythe. She inspected it carefully, and it met her expectations.

"Perfect. Thanks," she said with a nod.

"You're a traveler right?" He asked her. "You'd better leave the city as soon as possible. Eleazar has been spreading a lot recently and it will not be safe for travelers like you. It's never spread this much before, and I have a feeling a disaster is about to happen."