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There is no tunnel with a light at the end when you die, just a reaper with a coin, like me.
I hated my job. But knowing that a council member had suggested me made me feel obligated to perform. Pride is a tricky little bitch.
I almost felt guilty. He seemed so innocent, even if he was a thousand years older than me. Age didn’t mean too much in Eternity, especially since most of those who lived in Eternity couldn’t remember exactly how old they were in the first place.
Humans may fear death, but they never pass up an opportunity to gawk at it.
“With you running Eternity, I don’t fool myself into believing anything.”
“I don’t mind being used. I’m a reaper, that’s what I’m good for, apparently. But at least have the fucking courtesy to tell me what I’m being used for. I may not have churches or shrines or sacrifices made in my name, but I do have a sense of decency.
“It’s not that I’m willing to risk her life. I’m just less willing to risk war.”
“Bring me the receipts. I’m using them as a write-off.” What do you know? Even Death pays taxes.
A good portion of the gods like to think they’re better than reapers, but the truth is, we’re all made the same. Whether the soul matter manifests into something spontaneously, or is manipulated by a powerful force, it’s still soul matter. None of us can escape the human influence.
Goddesses had some pretty skewed ideas about revenge.
Maalik would learn to hate school just as much as I did soon enough. Studying might have been a favorite pastime of Jenni’s, but for me, it was more like a very long bout of PMS. Things got thrown, people got screamed at, and I became about as pleasant as a migraine.
I was screwed no matter how you looked at it. It doesn’t really matter what altar you’re being sacrificed on, it’s gonna sting either way.
Hell had a seductive effect, as long as you weren’t one of the damned.
