Not an hour, but only minutes passed since the last time I saw Slark and Antoinette… breathing.
I marveled Cross Apocalypse’s grace as her scythe feed on its prey – the weak and puny souls. I do sympathize their deaths but I could not do anything but to continue to quench the reaper’s thirst of blood, since I will get something from it, and so let it be.
I could not stop by simply owning Xenos, I will conquer all. With a death reaper by my side, nothing shall be impossible.
“Cross, I command you to clean up this mess.”
“My pleasure, master.”
Her scythe spitted fire on the bodies which is quite impressive yet shocking;
“How did you do that?”
“Grimm did it!”
“Who the hell is Grimm?”
“Me.”
Oh damn! The scythe suddenly spoke. Some weird characters huh? After burning the corpses, she let “Grimm” hide and we went home. We were acting normal yet every man we pass glanced at Cross Apocalypse. In all honesty, I was quite nervous that some blood might splattered to her face and she forgot to clean it off, but when I looked at her, her little white dress is purely clean… no blood. And again, in all honesty, she’s pretty cute for a death reaper. How ironic; when we mortals say “death reaper” it means someone that lives in hell and punishes the evil, it would have an absurdly crooked scythe to reap out the souls out of one’s worldly shell, his or her body. Yet this death reaper has a pink hair! This is just plainly an epic fail. And therefore I conclude… but it’s more or less like a lesson; I can’t blame guys looking at her, she’s really cute especially when she doesn’t carry her scythe with her.
“Master, may I ask you something?”
“What?”
“Why are you blankly staring at me? Would you like me to do something?”
“No.”
“I am sorry, master, but it is necessary to attend your needs because I am your humble servant.”
Since she already noticed it, I had to stop looking at her fine powdered cheeks and her gentle red eyes.
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