Greyson
"You're not holding your end of the bargain, Reaper." A melodious shrill of a voice whispers in my ear. She knows I f*****g hate it when she does that, which is why she does it. Every f*****g time. Man, now I despise Lilith, now more than ever.
"In case you might have missed it, there are a lot of deaths here today. Being here is what the Grim Reapers does." I point out.
"Oh, don't act so high and mighty, Grey. Don't you think for a second that no one has noticed you delegating your work load." Lilith giggles, but her voice holds nothing amusing in it. If she was never bothered that I taught other demons how to reap souls, I was a fool to believe there wouldn't come a time when she might be against it. And it looks like now might be that time, although it has nothing to do with
