The bad thing about my line of work is the messiness. I hate messes. The chaotic state of mess, the story behind it. You see, it’s my job to clean up the messes of life. I’m what's known in my Realm, as a DLPLM. I come in to clean the messes, both the natural and supernatural. I come in after the worst moment in a beings, whether Mundane or Supernatural, life, or should I say death. For whatever reason, though, this clean-up was different. Something was off from the moment I stwpped through the rift. There was something I couldn’t put my finger on. Then, quite literally,it hit me. Just before the world dissolved into blackness, I heard, “Boss, we got one, headed back to HQ.” Then all was black.
I just realized I forgot to tell you who I am. My bad. My name is Alex, Just Alex. No surname, no middle initial, just Alex. As I said before, I am a DLPLM. Now, I can hear you saying, “Alex, what the hell is a DLPLM?” Well, hold your damn horses, I’m getting to that. Where I’m from, DLPLM’s are an elite bunch, only those of the highest caliber are able to join. I was a fluke. I should never have been able to join, but this was the year they finally adopted the “Lower Sect Initiative” that allowed those of us from the lower castes of society to finally gain some much earned respect. I put my name in on a lark, never expecting to be the one chosen, but I was. After a whirlwind day of interviews and press conferences, I was zipped away to DLPLMA. You know what, you’ve stuck with me this long, so here it is. I am a Dopo La Pulizia La Morte or, for a more layman's term, I do After Death Cleanup. Really, no joke. I come in and cleanup after particularly messy situations, and I mean messy. From the plasmic waste that was once Alove of Bartonia, to the floating blood particles that were once Blistax, Ruler of
the Nine Systems. It’s a messy job, but someone’s gotta do it.
