『GRIM』

『GRIM』

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Horse-Face is new here. Let's try our hardest to give him a warm welcome, eh? When a human commits suicide, this is regarded as a sin; the dead can no longer go to heaven, nor hell. Rather than being forced to wander between for eternity, the heavens give them a way to repent; to return to earth, and sow the souls of the freshly dead or dying. As a grim reaper. The price taken from them is their name, their age, and the memories of when they were alive. They stay the same, as people die and are born around them. Death is considered a rebirth. Names are discarded, and reapers are rechristened using a rather convoluted rule. They are named after one of their key features. Our main character was feeling a little low, a little slack in the jaw; and, no offence intended, he became 'Horse-Face'.
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The Reaper Saga [Book 1-3]

[BUNDLE] BOOK 1: There's a reason buried things should always stay buried. For better or for worse. To have and to hold a demon for eternity. She says demons haunt the night, inflecting everything in their path. But where I come from demons don't just lurk around the shadows. They breed in your head. Feasting on your soul until you cease to exist. And, mine just woke up infested in wicked lies. Till death do us apart, little soul. BOOK 2: Girls like them are expected to dance to the tune of evil. To smile with the taste of souls in their veins and vengeance in their hearts. To feed the ghosts and the monsters within them. Discarded by the world and hidden in a maze of twisted creatures, I'm barely holding into my sanity, trapped between the past and the present. Between good and evil. Until one day I no longer recognize myself or them. He says he can see beyond the evil that I am. But it's not him that my madness prevails for or HIM. Because I'm starting to hear their tune, dancing to destruction and chaos. BOOK 3: There's a reason buried things should always stay buried. Like my mistakes. Your past. Now the grave is open and corpses are crawling out. Corpses inflicted with lies and betrayals. Corpses that you pull the strings of, corpses that even Hell is afraid to take. You see, little soul, you think that makes you the monster in our story. But you forgot me. You forgot my promise. Our story might have ended with till death do us apart. But even death has a shadow to lose.

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