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Grim Reaper *Prompt/Unfinished Story*

Grim's POV

"Reaper! You have two clients to meet with still!" Called Azazel, my new assistant.

"Can't you postpone them until tomorrow?" I groaned. 

"Just three people, it won't take long," Azazel called.

"Fine, send one in." I sat at my desk and stared at the clock. It was almost midnight which meant I could finally take a break. 

An old man walked in. He wore a checkered shirt and held a cane. "Um... he- hello ." The man bowed nervously.

I chuckled. "No need for the formality." I shuffled through my papers. "Of course. Bernard Willson. Died of a heart attack I see. Beliefs.." I skimmed over the page. "You're Catholic, yes?"

The man nodded.

"Okay, so just follow St. Peter then we'll see where you'll go after that."

"Th- thank you," Bernard said as he was led out of my office.

I nodded. "Have a nice afterlife." 

Only one person left, then I could finally get a break!

I heard a knock on the door. "Come in!" I called.

"Sir, I- I think I should warn you about the- the last client.

"Okay?"

"Well... um... her sister is the- the..." 

"Get on with it Azazel." 

"The Chosen One." He whispered.

"Hold on... The Chosen One?" I gasped. "Then- what am I supposed to do. If The Chosen One's sister is dead that means..."

"The girl is fading back into the living already. Whatever The Chosen One is trying, it- it seems to be working."

"Well, we can't upset the balance. Send the girl in. We must get her to the land f the living quickly otherwise the door will be opened for anyone to cross through!"

Azazel left for a few minutes then reentered, a young girl stood nervously next to him. 

"What- what's going on?" The girl asked.

A file folder appeared on my desk. "Hmm... Lila Powers. You- you're not supposed to be dead yet."

"Yet?" She asked.

"Do you know how you died?" I asked.

"Um.. no?" She replied confused.

"Exactly! That's because you didn't! Somehow, you ended up in the underworld. Just forget any of this ever happened and go back to the land of the living."

"Wait! What's going on! I-" 

I snapped my fingers and she disappeared. 

"She should wake up in her room and think this was all a dream." 

"Wait- how did you know what I was gonna ask?" Azazel was funny when he was confused.

"You had that look on your face." I chuckled.

"What look?"

"That look!" I broke out into a fit of laughter. "I'm- so sorry!" I said trying to control my laughter. "That was very unprofessional of me. I should go check that the Powers girl made it back alright. You can head home now.  I can have Lucifer take the night shift since it's not as busy."

Azazel nodded and snapped his fingers, disappearing with a small pop.

Lucifer can take the night shift just fine, right? I mean, the only people he'll have to take care of are the few stragglers who get here after closing or before opening. He did fine with the day shift so this should be easy for him, right? Yeah, it'll be fine.

"Yo Lucy! I need a favor!" I spoke in his mind.

"Grim! Jeez! You startled me! What do you need?"

"I have to go check on something in the land of the living and Azazel needs some rest so can you take the night shift?"

"But it's game night!" Lucifer complained. "I have to make sure that things don't get out of hand!"

"You just want to hang out with that demon chick! Plus, Crowley can take care of things just fine. Now get your a-"

I felt a tap on my shoulder and I whipped around so fast my cloak almost came off. Lucifer smirked at me. I adjusted my cloak and looked him in the eyes as sternly as I could manage.

"I have to go, take good care of the place while I'm gone," I said.

"Will do boss." He saluted jokingly.

"I should be back by dawn, but if not, open the office and call Azazel."

"Fine, but if I don't get to go on a date with that cute demon chick, you're gonna pay!" 

I laughed. "Whatever Lucy. I gotta go, see you later." And with that, I sapped my fingers and felt my body being teleported out of the Underworld.

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Dylan's POV

I walked into my room, shutting the door behind me. I felt my body sink to the floor and I felt a sob catch in my throat. Drew is my best friend... Drew was my best friend. What gave her the right to tell the whole school! 

"Um... Am I interrupting something?" A gravely voice came from my bed making me jump. A figure in a black cloak sat on the edge of my bed playing with a piece of string.

"Who are you?" I shrieked.

"The name's Grim." The person- er... thing chuckled.

"As in- as in the G- Grim Reap- Re-"

"Grim Reaper?" 

I nodded, my whole body frozen in fear.

"So, you probably have a few questions, yeah?" Grim said.

"What- what do you want?" I asked timidly, standing up slowly from my position on the floor.

"Well, I assume you're Dylian Powers, yeah?"

"I- um... I go by Dylan or Lian, but... yeah- that's me." I said shocked. "Are- am I- am I gonna-"

"Die?" Grim chuckled, "No, well, not yet anyway."

"So... why- why are you here?" I said not moving from my place near the door.

"Well, you see..." The Grim Reaper began. "Your sister had a quick trip to the underworld today but-"

I was in Lila's room before Grim was done speaking. 

"Hey, Dylan." Lila waved from her bed. "Can I help you?"

"Um... no. Everything's fine... I just... thought I had to pick you up and I... um thought I forgot you at school."

"I was home sick today, remember silly?" She giggled.

I nodded and entered my room.

"What did you do?" 

"If you had let me finish you would have found out," Grim said impatiently. "You see, she was in the underworld today, but she was already fading back into the living. Azazel-"

"As in the-"

"Yeah, whatever, he's not relevant to the story. Anyways, Azazel and I thought you were trying to bring her back to life but you clearly don't have a clue what's going on so I'll just be going then."

"But what-"

"We will meet again soon Chosen One." And with that, Grim disappeared.

Chosen One? The words replayed in my mind. Me? The Chosen One? I'm no one special! I'm just a boring kid with a weird name! I'm not Harry Potter with a scar and bright green eyes, or Superman with otherworldly strength, I'm just a kid. A non-binary, brown haired, brown eyed, pale skinned kid who was living in the closet. Keyword was. Stupid Drew!