Chapter 1
It has been 250 years since I became a reaper and every day since I have collected the souls of the living.
I will say I love being a reaper; I have been given a life that most people would dream if they knew it existed. In fact, the only time, other than having one in the family, even though my family thought I was a witch in the beginning, a living person has accepted the existence of a reaper is when they are about to be reaped. And I mean everyone, including clergy and other people with faith. It is like they lose their belief at the moment they see me in or out of the grey area.
And what I love about being a reaper most of all is that sometimes I get a soul that wants to challenge me for another day of living. I found it amusing when a man who was hit by a car wanted to c
