RaeMarie92
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She circled the rim of her shot glass with her finger after hearing Diablo tell his story. She was silent before speaking her mind. "You seem to think that the Devil's Fire is the worst thing to be bestowed upon you. Well, I can tell you first hand that that's bullshit." She got everyone's attention with that statement. "You see, man, I was cursed by Death Himself, and let me tell you, He has a twisted sense of humor."
"Why would Death curse you?" Deadshot asked.
"He needed another reaper to add to the countless others in his service." She answered. "He saved my life. And now, I owe him a debt." She threw back a shot of the spicy liquid before continuing. "You see, each soul is different. Some are worth more than others. Mine is worth a thousand souls. And until I reap that many, or reap one that's worth more than mine, He owns my ass." She then downed another shot of cinnamon whiskey.
"Can't ya just, y'know, off yerself?" Digger asked.
"I've lost count how many times I've tried." She answered. "When He owns you, He likes to make sure you stick around. I've lived for nearly four hundred years, hoping to find that one soul to end this suffering. And in that process, I've tried to hang myself, slit my wrists, shoot myself, even drown. And every time, He brings me back." She turned to face the Aussie. "He will keep me frozen in this state until I've settled my debt. And once I've paid it, He'll release me so I may finally live my life."