Reaper's breath

"your job is to take the deceased to their fate."

"I am not going to play the role of the guide . I won't let the mob force me to something abhorrent with no speck of reality."

"Miss Romero , you are ordered by the chieftains to oficially tend to the souls ."

The ancient Country of Myrasa is supposedly participated to provide an underdog to the infamous god of Death , a compensation for the centuries old rewards and the time is running out for capable candidates .

One windy morning , it starts to feel the problems of Myrasa are coming to end but that's just the beginning of The Odd Job .

The gods are a little possessive of a small Pacific island but can't deem it as theirs , why simply because it is sanctioned to another of their kind , people worshipping his glory and he wants a little gift from his followers.

Completing my last job was kind of prideful and to not state the truth , I didn't like it much .

" What is the next job , sir?"

All that was heard again was a chuckle .

The story is not edited . Really sorry for any interruptions.