Some Kind of Monster (Friends with the Monsters, #2)

by Albany Walker

My Angel of Death could make people weep with his beauty, but the monster underneath is just as beautiful.

Your monster doesn’t scare me. I love all of you.”

“Not any more than you or me. We just are.” I rub my temple at Grim’s non-answer. “But you’re making my point. Your perception, along with everyone else’s, influences manifestations.

“Yet you are, just as I am Death. Consuming sins doesn’t make you evil, any more than reaping souls makes me evil. It just helps you thrive on the perception of those that believe there is more to this world than what is clearly visible. Without that belief, most of us would cease to exist.”

“I know the only time I saw relief in that man’s eyes was when he mistook me for Death and thought I was here to take him to the other side.

“Either way, it’s his decision. We can help him see that there are reasons to live, but we can’t make him fight to be here.”