Reaper
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Dreya Grim. She's not your typical 17 year old girl. She is the Grim Reaper's daughter after all. She's the black sheep of the world, but instead of neglecting the darkness inside of her, like many choose to do, she decided to embrace it. She ruled her world, with her demons as her closest friends, and the voices in her head as her only companions, since the world saw her as an outcast anyway. She embraced the freak she was, and would gladly put an end to anybody who dared to question her. She refused to live her life being ruled by human emotion, and she refused to let her humanity overcome who she accepted she was. She was used to being the ultimate ruler of darkness in her world. Until she met Lucian, of course. Egotistical, maniacal, and downright obnoxious couldn't even begin to describe him. After all, he was satan's son. He came into her life like a shadow creeping through the darkness- absoloutly unexpected and unforseen. But what is his real reason for coming into the mortal world? Is it because he really did want to see if she was who she was said to be, or was it because satan was determined to win majority of the mortal souls, and he knew that Dreya was the only thing preventing that since Grim refused to cooperate?
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