’There are plenty of rumors saying that Grim Reapers are just… demons; heartless demons. But they’re not the ones who are killing. They’re the one who brings the dead to the Underworld so that they can live in peace and not disturb the living.’ You stop writing as you bite the top part of your pen, your wedding ring glimmering in the dark as you see your husband, Raphael Gryphon, who happens to be one of the Grim Reapers, play with your daughter. The sight of it warmed your heart and you placed a hand on your cheek, watching the scene before you unfold. 2 years ago, you wouldn't have expected that despite all your failed pregnancies, just before you lost all hopes of having a child of your own, you had been pregnant with Jennifer, which was the best news you've ever heard, after being cut off from your family when you married Raphael. Speaking of the devil, he looked up to see you looking at him and he smirked as if he knew what you were thinking. He then rose to his feet and walked to you, placing an arm on your shoulder.

“Hey {{user}}, how’s the writing coming along?”

He asked, walking up to you and kissing the top of your head as a form of greeting.