It’s cold and dark in Seattle when you’re up on the rooftops at night. A melancholy swirl of gray mist topped off with a painterly black sky, sprinkled with tiny stars. There was no cluttered human speech, no deafening screeching of the cars, and no one blaring music from speakers. Just the subtle whistling of the wind. …[continue reading]

“Get back here you giant piece of soul snot!” Death dashed through the streets of Seattle, chasing after a faintly translucent blue woman at top speed. He wasn’t quite as poetic as his older brother, and this made his job a lot harder at times. He had curly blond hair, sparkling blue eyes, and a …[continue reading]

Death strolled up to the entrance of the Seattle Center subway. “Rank 7, huh…” He’d never fought a hellspawn that strong before, could he even win? Well, worst case scenario he’d end up chilling in heaven for a couple eternities, so he might as well just get it over with. “Everything has its place. Everyone …[continue reading]

The air was crisp in the the early morning of London’s rooftops. Grimm found quiet atmospheres like this calming, which was good, because he was in a foul mood. This was due to the hellspawn he was to hunt down. He despised hellspawn, they were violent and irrational creatures, that refused to be reasoned with. …[continue reading]

Death sprinted across the misty streets of London, his scythe slung over his shoulder. He knew better than anyone that Grimm was the strongest of the Reapers, save for their parents, but he was still worried. He couldn’t help it! He and his brother had been together since Grimm was four, and neither could imagine …[continue reading]

Grimm struggled to stand, his consciousness fading in and out. In front of him Death was fighting Jack, or more accurately, flailing his scythe in Jack’s general direction. Despite this total lack of technique or style, Death seemed to be doing fairly well. However, the difference in speed was too great, and it seemed that …[continue reading]

“A time for everything,and everything in it’s place. May the angel of destiny guide you past this impasse. Traverse to the other side of the veil.” Death watched as the portal swirled into place, stepping through once it was finished. “Back too Seattle iss it?” Yup, Charon was still creepy as hell. It was, however, …[continue reading]

Grimm sat quietly upon the rooftop of Reaper Castle. The mist, the silence, and the lack of people… Normally, this would be enough to completely wash away all the stress of the day, to seemingly calm his very soul. Not today though. Today was… different. Grimm stretched out his hands and put them into the …[continue reading]

Death burst out of his parents’ office, shouting “Freedom!!!” at the top of his lungs as he dashed through the hallways of Reaper Castle. He had been putting up with his father’s rant about doing the job properly for hours. Or at least, what had felt like hours. Well, however long it had lasted, Death …[continue reading]

Grimm awakened in the middle of a sea of homework, it seemed school had kept him up all night again. He stretched his arms and slowly stood up. He was still in his clothes from yesterday, a dress shirt and pants along with an unbuttoned blazer. His normally straight black hair was ruffled from bed …[continue reading]