The4thSister

'GOD, finally. Thought I'd never get this done.' I don't even bother to sit, what the hell for anyway? I'll be most likely hittin' the road in a minute or so. Death smiles lightly. Geez, man, stop. Doing. That. It's creepy. 'Good to see you're happy. And… you don't look bad at all.', he says, tilting his head to the side. 'Drop it. So, I think it's settled. I'm leading Lasten's wife back to the world and everyone's happy and fine and dandy. Except for her late dad, may he rest in peace. Es? Never mind that. Be leaving then, I'll give our war hero best regards from you and an autographed photo, maybe, bye… 'WAIT.' I turn to him, disorient

Dealing with your boss usually doesn't belong to humans' favourite activities in the world. And it isn't. Especially when your boss is Death himself and you are his only worker, thus - the only Reaper left relatively alive. But not for long. I've done my job and I've done it beyond his expectations. I'm carrying Adeline Black's heart in a damn jar to him. Now "my" client's question will be, hopefully, solved, and I'm going to happily retire and go to Maledives. Because I can. I pop up right in front of his oak desk in a big, cosy room with a chimney. BAM - this is the sound of the mentioned jar hitting the wood. I look at him. He looks at