Servant of the Grim Reaper

2 - Contract

The air was thick with the scent of old, dusty books. The bookshelf was stacked but disorganized, with pages scattered all over the floor in high piles.

"Welcome to my humble abode," the handsome man said. He tossed his robe onto a pile of robes in the corner and slumped onto the couch. "Take a seat, we'll discuss the contract... oh, who am I kidding? You have no choice but to sign."

I stared at him in disbelief. "What? Contract?"

He glared and scoffed, making me angry. Despite his looks, he had a terrible personality.

"You idiot, you have no choice but to work since you killed y—" he tried to finish, but his words turned into muffled gibberish. With an annoyed look, he waved his hand, gesturing for me to look at the paper he had just tossed onto the coffee table.

"Sign it."

I glanced at the document, then angrily ripped it up. "You expect me to work for you under these terms? This is practically unpaid employment!"

The man smirked, clearly amused by my defiance. "Oh, you think you have a choice?" he said, leaning forward. "You signed the moment you walked through that door."

I felt a chill run down my spine. "What do you mean?"

He pointed to a small, glowing symbol on the floor near the entrance. "That symbol binds you to the contract. You're already mine."

Panic surged through me. "This can't be happening," I muttered, backing away.

He stood up, his eyes gleaming with a mix of triumph and something darker. "Oh, but it is. Now, let's get to work."

Shaking my head trying to recall the events that happened to bring me here. My mind was blank. "who are you?" I asked with a trembling voice.

Chuckling softly at my confusion, he smiled. "I'm your boss from this point,  call me Grim"

"grim like grim reaper?", I asked with a curious look and laughed at my inside joke.

He did not laugh but the smile on his face faded. "Yeah, why are you laughing?"

"Wait what?", I exclaimed feeling a mix of fear and curiosity, "...you also said you're my boss?"

His expression softened slightly and he sighed. "Your past has been erased but due to the sin you committed....", with a pause he grabs an old walking stick and hands it to me, " the ancients have decided to make you work to redeem yourself.

Handing me the old walking stick, I grab it with hesitation. "..... what does that have to do with this walking stick?"

"It's you're a new weapon until you show some progress. Don't worry you will learn and maybe even find answers along the way

I grab the walking stick tightly and swing it. His lips turn down into a frown.

"What do you think you're doing?" He grumbles

I look at him with a confused look, " You said it would be my new weapon so I'm trying it out?"

"..... what the fuck?", he exclaims and talked the walking stick out of my hand. Turning the stick to the side he pressed his thumb onto it turning it into a wooden scythe with a metal blade tip. 

My cheeks turn pink but I glare at him angrily, "You should have told me before I made a fool of myself!"

Rolling his eyes, he turns the scyte back into a stick and tosses it at me. I catch it in my hands and try it out myself. 

"Well then, here's the book and your work clothes. I'm too busy to explain anything else so just read the book and get out through that door" He points at the door behind me. Opening it and stepping forward only to realize it was another teleportation door.

"Fuuuuuuu--------" I curse as I fall once again through the darkness of the door.