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I am well known by two names, and neither bring pleasant feelings. I am Death, or as I am frequently called, the Grim reaper.
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The Grim reaper, a once mortal man, who now is over 400 years old has a heart of solid stone. Or so he had thought. With the arrival of a certain four year old girl, he soon finds he has much more kindness than he'd known. Insert the possibility of a love interest, some tampering with fate itself, and an unnamed foe, and he has a much more complicated life than what he bargained for.
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Without a word I leaned down and scooped up her small form, hoisting her up against my chest. Her arms came to rest around my neck and I could hear her sniffle a bit. " thank you.." her small voice called quietly against my shoulder. I froze, then confusion sank in. " for what, dear?" I asked baffled that she was thanking me. " for saving me." She whispered.