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The Grim Reaper sat atop of the gates, separating godly realms from the human realm. He watched as many people died and arrived in the central area, only helping them when they needed assistance when they got lost.
He sighed when he saw a piece of paper float in front of him.
Hello Grim, I hope this letter reaches you safely I have this problem with some of the humans. As you know we are still in the Ancient Greek and Roman era. Sacrifices are common in this era, unlike the next few eras to come. Apparently, they think to appease me and win my favor, they must slaughter premature boys in my name. These young ones are lost and have yet to reach you. They need assistance, and that is your job.
Their names are: Bennu Kosey Apep Amun Khepri Atum Sobek Ahmed Ain Akila Bahiti Chigaru Dakarai Atsu Ata Lysander Ambrose Octavius
Thank you
Your dear pal, Osiris
He sighed yet again.
"These humans are so annoying." He stood up and grabbed the scythe that sat next to him.
"At least you don't have to hear them talk about their death for a multiple-hour journey to the underworld." Grim's friend, Charon, looked up at the skeletal figure.
The Grim Reaper scoffed. "These are kids, Charon. Humans sincerely disgust me."
"That's how the higher-ups made them. We can't change them, unfortunately." The ferryman took off his hood. "And change your glamor, you'll scare the lights out of those kids."
"If Osiris was worried about me scaring the children, he'd send Śmierć or La Santa Muerte. They wouldn't send me."
"Then request to change assignments. Though it'd take a long time and you'll wind up feeling guilty for leaving them waiting for so long." The Angel of Death dropped down next to Charon. "But it's your choice, Grim."
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