So you think you know me? Sure, I'm Death, or more correctly, I'm Grim. Call me the 'Grim Reaper' if you must, but, I'm not 'grim' at all. If anything, I'm pretty happy even though I hate my job. Yeah sorry if I took your grandmother the other night but it's my job. Did I tell you how much I hate this job?
I mean Seriously, all those people and I killed them-- every single one of them.O really wish it wasn't my job... But if I don't do it... I-I'll die. My father, see he's the head Reaper. If I don't do his will, then he'll send his reapers to kill own son. I shouldn't be telling you this. I've said too much already. They'll be coming for me soon and if they know that I'm leaking information, then they're forced by law to kill me on sight.But all this-- the killing, the mobs, everything-- I'm, so sick of it.
See, Hell is just one big crime scene. My father Is the head of one of the crime families and then, there's them. The people that I'm supposed to hate. We're of course, the Reaper. They are the Demons. But once you fall in love-- even though 'love' is forbidden-- You just cant say it isn't there.
