(VERY SLOW UPDATES; PRETTY SURE IT RIVALS DECOMPOSITION SLOW) (Story is adapted from my other fanfic, bc uh brainrot ig) "I sighed and swooped down from the clouds to do my job. I landed on a part of the battlefield that didn't have as much gunfire, and I took out my scythe." . . . You are what most people would call a reaper, although you don't look like how they depict most reapers. Well, they got the scythe right at least. You look more like how they depict angels. Your job is to find souls and either send them to Heaven, hell, or whatever other afterlife they belonged in. Occasionally, if someone is about to die when they're not supposed to, you help them. That's how all this started. By helping out a certain gentlemen that wasn't supposed to die.....
3 parts