80 years later

I stand outside the house as the thunder cracks and rainfalls: my hood up, scythe in my right hand as I wait. The rain doesn't touch me as if I have a small umbrella above me.

I watch the two-story house. I take my clock out of the pocket in my robe.

8:36.

I sigh as I put it back.

I don't flinch as I hear the gun go off. A small scream follows it. I walk to the house, walk through the wall, and find myself in the living room: brown carpet, white walls, now stained with blood splatter.

I look at the man cradling his wife, whispering apologies. I step over the broken green lamp on the floor as I stand over him and his wife.

Her skin is dark, eyes closed, hair messy like she had been dragged by it. She looks as if she is sleeping, but I know she is seconds from taking her last breath.

Bruises litter her body; she looks only 23.

I sigh as she lets her last breath leave her. Then I take my scythe and put the end of my blade on her heart, I dig in a little, and I see what looks like smoke leave the hole. I grab it and bring it to me, setting it beside me to my left.

Suddenly she replaces the smoke. She blinks and looks at me.

I smile at her. "Hello, Stormi."

Her eyes widen at the sight of me. "Are-are you, an-an angel?" I chuckle at the girls wonder.

"No I'm a reaper, you'll see some Angels soon." She looks at her body and then back at me.

"He shot me. I'm dead?" She asks, if she could cry, I'm sure she would be crying.

"Yes, but trust me, he will get what is coming to him in three days," I state with an evil smile.

She sighs as I offer my hand; she takes it. I sigh happy this one is taking her death peacefully.

"I should have left," she says to me regret in her voice.

I nod as I lead her through the wall outside, "Yes, but you didn't, come, no need to fuss over it." My wings break free from my back, and I take off bringing the girl with me.

We land in front of the gates of heaven. "This is your stop," I say as the pearly gates open. An angel comes forth to greet her. She walks towards the angel, and the gates close after her.

I sigh as I turn and fly back home. I land gracefully on the grass.

"Thana," I turn my head and smile at the familiar voice. Morana grabs my shoulder and squeezes it as she starts talking. "Oh, I took this guy to hell, oh my gosh Thana he begged me the whole way down," I laugh as we start walking toward her cottage.

"I kept trying to explain to him that I was just transporting him, but the guy just couldn't understand that I didn't decide on where he went." She sounds exhausted.

"You should have let a demon get him," I state with a laugh looking at her.

She rolls her eyes at me "You know I can't do that," I shrug my shoulders.

"How did he die," I ask her as we walk the two wooden steps to her door.

She turns the knob with a sigh "drug deal gone wrong."

"What was yours?" She asks in return as we walk to her orange sofa.

I sit down and look at her as she sits in a blue accent chair to the left of the couch.

"Let's see, I had an old man from a heart attack, a baby thrown off a bridge," I push my hood off as I see Morana wince as she pushes her hood back as well. "I also had a teen suicide, car accident, and a lady shot by her husband." I sigh and send her a sarcastic smile, "such a productive day."

Morana laughs as a knock sounds at the door.

"Come, come," Morana shouts, and the door opens, and Dearil and Lilitu stride through.

Dearil has dark red hair on one side and strawberry blond on his angel side. Dark, dark green eye on his demon side and lime green eye on his angel side. His lips are plump, and a peach color, and his face is covered in freckles.

He smiles at me, showing his fangs. His tall, lanky body walks to sit by me.

I look at Lilitu, her hair is dark red and rose gold, dutch braided back like always. One eye is golden, and the other is a dull brass brown. Her nose points down slightly, and freckles dance over her heart-shaped face; Pale skin holds freckles all over her body. She is the tallest girl here, at 6'3". She walks towards the sofa and sits down beside Dearil.

I grab Dearil's shoulder and squeeze it lightly. "Busy day?" I ask, and Dearil glares at me.

"No, I only had five deaths." Dearil starts as he slumps on the couch. "Suicide, drive-by, and two overdoses."

"I had six deaths," Lilitu states as she kicks her legs up and puts them over mine and Dearils laps. "Two cops, guy choking, two cliff divers. Recently married cliff divers, kinda sad," Lilitu states.

The door slams open, "Ha, I got more than all of ya," Zagan gloats as he walks in. His short hair black and white went nicely with his dark skin, his eyes dark chocolate and tan. He is buff and stocky, and I smile at him as he shuts the door and struts to the accent chair closest to me. "I got 23 deaths today, I had a car accident involving a wife and husband and their kid, and I had a school shooting." He sticks his tongue out at us, and we roll our eyes.

"I could have gotten that many if I would have gotten a school shooting," Dearil mutters.

"But ya didn't," Zagan throws his hands up.

I roll my eyes at him, "you haven't won yet, we are still waiting on the others."

As the words leave my mouth Jezebeth, Kasedeya and Ubel walk in.

Jezebeth has hair similar to mine, except her blonde is more of a beige. She doesn't have a freckle on her body but has a small mole above the left side of her lip.

Her lips are full and pink; her hair was the longest out of all of us, she had kept it floor length, always wearing it in a high ponytail.

She squeezes my shoulder as she walks by me and sits on the armrest on the sofa. "I only had eight deaths today; school bus ran into the lake." She crosses her arms as she looks at Zagan, who fist bumps.

I look at Ubel; his hair is similar to Zagans hair except his touches his shoulders, his skin tone is much lighter, his eyes were stormy gray and silver. His nose is big and crooked, lips just as big, but not enough to be an eyesore. His jawline is pretty sharp.

He, along with Kasedeya, walk to the love seat by Monara.

Kasedeya's hair is more like Moranas; her eyes are dark, dark blue, and crystal. Her features are sharp, and she is the second tallest girl standing at 6"1.

"I had ten deaths, robbery at a bank," Kasedeya states as she looks at her nails.

Ubel holds Kasedeya's hand, "I had 15, a huge car accident on a busy interstate."

I roll my eyes at the two. They had broken the one rule we all had agreed on: no dating.

There are only 10 of us, you have a bad break up, and it's going to be hella awkward.

Then Drystan and Bora walk in.

Bora's head is completely shaved, her eyes are dark forest green and light grass green. She has a more pixie look going for her; reaper doesn't exactly fit her.
Drystan has a mohawk, ebony brown and sandy blonde. He is built of pure muscle and has a few freckles if you look close enough.

"I had four deaths, camping trip gone bad," he pauses "the dad didn't play dead around the bear." He then crashes into the chair with Morana, who groans.

Zagan jumps up, "I am the winner with 23 deaths" he does a little dance as a smirk fills Bora's face.

"Actually," Bora pauses for effect, making Zagan stop his dance. "Religious suicide with a total of 54 deaths! Check ya wings Zagan," Bora laughs as Zagan groans making the rest of us laugh.

"Someone check his wings," Dearil laughs, as Zagan pouts in his chair.

Our laughing come stop a halt with a knock on the door. We all look at each other, and each of us slowly grabs our scythe. Dearil opens the door and relaxes as he sees an angel.

"How can we help you?" Dearil, ask, unsure.

We didn't get angel visitors often.

"The Archangels request Thana as soon as possible,"

I freeze as my eyes widen in shock.

Now what.

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