Running With The Wolves (Gregory Violet x Reader)

Chapter XI: Very Busy Reaper

You've looked at the huge death list and sighed. You were working alone now, because you already passed the exam and got special glasses ( view frame https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/b8/dd/8d/b8dd8d364fac47f1363b5c3549f7d112.jpg ).

— Where's that guy who's supposed to die from a stab wound? — You mumbled to yourself, looking around, — Oh, that way!

You stepped forward just to see Grey stabbing the rich guy who was on your list, probably it was an order from the queen. You weren't sure what to do. Should you leave and get scolded? Should you wait till Grey will leave and then collect his soul? You will be late and scolded anyway. Well, you can't help it. You need to approach target and hope that Grey won't be able to see you, or won't get a heart attack.

You've grabbed the death scythe https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/d2/43/00/d243002b3438f85e9c683521b89d43cc.jpg  (Actually this is my dagger, I was about to use google to find a good picture, when I remembered that it was just perfect) that was hidden inside your dress. https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/fe/03/e9/fe03e966f87ab2659ce9e60c869c98f4.jpg

— Hey! Who are you and what are you doing here? — Grey glared at you, — Wait... You look familiar... Y/N?!

— Long time no see! — You smiled and waved.

— Are you a g–g–ghost?! Your eyes look different. — He stepped forward before stepping back, not sure if he should approach you or run for his life.

— Not really; I am a death goddess. Sounds more badass than a mere ghost. Now, dare to call me a commoner again, stupid mortal! Ha!

— D–Death goddess?! Are you here to kill me?!

— Do not worry, I'm here for your victim, he's on my list, — You said, stabbing your target, — It was nice meeting you, as long as the queen makes you do a dirty job, we'll probably meet again from time to time... say, how do you feel about it?

— I do not know. Part of me wants to run and part of me wants to hug you...

— Do not worry, I'll never hurt you, even if I'll have you on my death list, — You said, slowly approaching him to not to scare him.

— Is that a confession? Or are you deceiving me to suddenly attack me? — He looked tensed.

— D–Don't say stupid things! — You blushed.

— Dead people keep walking around me, first that butler, now you... so scary... — He mumbled, — However I won't complain now. I.... I missed you... How you dare to kill yourself?! Not to mention that you did it using the daggers I gave you to protect yourself!

— I'm sorry, I hadn't other choice... I had to do it. It's a long story. I'd be more dead than I'm now if not your daggers, though.

— Really? So I was able to protect you?

— Yes, — You smiled, — I need to go now, I'll be late. I hope we'll meet again, without you on my list.

— I hope so too. I hope queen will give me more assassination assignments. Y/N...

— Yes?

— Are you feeling well after death?

— Better than ever.

— Really?

— Really.

He hesitantly hugged you, you could feel him sweating and trembling with fear.

— You're touchable!

— I'm late, Charles. I need to go... quit squeezing me, it hurts.

— Can't you come back to the castle?