A/N Sorry this is late!
Chapter Five:
November 7, 2013, 4:26 a.m.
The reaper winces as the tenth black line starts to etch itself onto his inner arm, making thirty-two marks on his arm in total. He looks at the now dead body lying in their bed, trying his best to convince himself something that he knows will never be true.
The little girl is just sleeping.
When in reality, of course she was not.
The reaper turns around and walks out the house safely with the help of his partner, one of the angels of death. Without an angel to help, every reaper would be visible to humans, which would end up very bad. There was a time period where reapers were almost all fired and the angels would take up their job as they could perform their own job and hopefully reap also. But after realizing what weak fighting skills the attributes of being an angel put in, everything was put back to normal.
Liam used to be the reapers partner – that’s how they met and became friends. But now he got assigned to the control room, making a newbie get assigned to Liam’s former reaper.
He isn’t very fond of his new angel, or quite frankly anyone helping him at all. Before, the reaper went solo, not needing the assistance of an angel as he was number one. But now thanks to the new feeling that has sprouted in him, he got dropped down to number two in the rankings.
The thing that bothers him the most is that he can’t even go to Louis’ house with this angel always watching him, he’s new to this and would most definitely rat him out on interacting with mortals.
The reaper walks outside along a sidewalk in the cold, carrying his scythe horizontally by his side. He is constantly looking around him for any sign of a mortal, not wanting to be seen.
“Hey…57348?” The reaper hears a timid sounding voice call out his number. He stops in his tracks and turns around, annoyed.
“What, 99862?” The reaper snaps back to the angel who called out to him, watching as he slowly appears in front of him.
“Uh – its 99762 but it’s alright,” The shy dark angel says nervously, darting his brown eyes everywhere but his partners intimidating green eyes.
After a moment of silence the reaper rolls his eyes and questions his partner. “What did you even want?”
“Oh – yeah,” The angel laughs nervously. “I just noticed that you looked kind of paranoid and were checking to make sure there wasn’t any people aro-“
“Mortals,” The reaper quickly corrects, almost trying to tell himself that more than his partner.
“Oh, yes. Uh, any mortals around. But I just wanted to remind you I’m keeping you undetectable and invisible to erm – mortals,” He smiles to himself, glad with the response he managed to stumble out even though the bored, unimpressed look stayed planted on the reapers face.
“That’s great,” He replies, completely unamused. “But actually, I’m just about done; you can go back now,”
The angel cocks his head to the side, confused by his proposal. “But… but you need me! You’ll be spotted!”
“I really don’t. I won’t be out for long – just go back.” The reaper says, turning around and walking away. There wasn’t another word spoken after so he assumed the angel went away.
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