Chapter 1: Perfect parents

Where by an accident a hybrid between grim reaper and humans is born ... well ... there were two accidents ...

In defense of the governor of death, he sent three shinigamis to take care of the little one that had been born. Perhaps he left the other to his fate and did not care for 4 years of his life until his little brother was born, but in defense he saw his death by reviewing his list of unfortunate humans. It is the kindest thing a shinigami can do according to their words and it will also be fun to watch them grow up.

Well, they can't blame him for a year after that day.

Sometimes the ruler of death is stressed and since the human kingdom would not support him, his power is often transferred to human bodies.

Once upon a time there was a 23-year-old man who was with his girlfriend with whom he had his first child, a black boy with red eyes, because he did not know that he had inherited some of his shinigami powers.

He also noticed that his first son was abandoned by his mother at birth due to his eyes so he better prevented and used magic to change the color of the second's eyes, apparently he too, like the other, would have grim reaper eyes. Well, now he would take responsibility ... well, maybe later. I prefer to send a shinigami to take care of the minor.

Because the ruler of death was delighted with the hybrid baby, it was so small that he could crush it with one finger.

It would also be his entertainment for centuries so it was valid to raise him. He would give him his angel of death power when he knew how to speak, humans take too long at such things.

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Our story begins with Uriel Afthon a year after his birth, he was very quiet based on what Vincent had heard from Alice Afthon, the baby's mother. The boy used to stare at him, it was strange and he really wanted to leave, but the king had condemned him for his antics 30 centuries ago, well the king was very spiteful.

After trying he could not leave that place so he was bored until that day when he pledged loyalty to the child.

Let's go back in time, the early years were boring and for a long time it was fun to make fun of the human that I adored when she used to say that apples disappeared ... well, nothing affected her and she could feed on how delicious and juicy apples.

Magazine known as 'The Diary of a Mother'

Excerpt from Alice Afthon's interview:

Uriel was my first good son since he was born. It was weird. Doctors had told me that he was born with red eyes and that he probably had vision problems, but as the days went by they became sweet.

Uriel's first word was 'Vicen', I don't know why or maybe it was just a babble.

Uriel always asked me for apples for Vicen. He used to tell me that Vicen, who turned out to be Vincent, loved apples and would like to play with him if he gave him apples.

Attributed to Uriel's imagination, the psychologist had told me that children used to create imaginary friends and not worry.

When Uriel was 4 years old Ana appeared, she as Viencent in Uriel's words was scarce. He didn't know when Uriel heard that, but he was sure his friends did.

Uriel also used to tell me that I hope my life's clock never stops and that's without the bubbles.

The bubbles and the clock used to tell Uriel that it was his imagination and that the bubbles weren't bad and nobody had a clock on their chest that was running out until little air bubbles formed and our life ended. One day he pointed to a man and whispered "he will die in 2 minutes, look." And she actually showed me the little gift my husband had given her and never took it off her little watch. The man was run over to the other corner and in a minute he died and Uriel showed me his relog with effectively two minutes, he was afraid that with such a neutral and indifferent voice he would tell me "his watch stopped and his little bubble burst". "That day I was in shock. How many times had Uriel done that before, had he shown it to someone else?

I remember I told Uriel not to show it to anyone, I'll do whatever it takes to protect him, well, he's my son.

Uriel's teacher used to tell me that my little boy would ask him for more homework because he got bored or would grab the books and start reading. I remember they called me because Uriel had gone to the high school teenage section to ask if they had a more interesting book because the ones in his classroom were boring.

Or he snuck into high school classes and, as they knew him, they hid him. Uriel borrowed the books and was practically part of that room.

Over the years I realized that Uriel had no friends his age. Try to make friends in the park. He sat under a tree and started talking to Vincent and Ana who had not yet disappeared.

I took him to the psychologist for the last time, I think that day I will never forget him.

"Miss, you will die in 30 minutes. You should say goodbye to your relatives."

I remember apologizing and she kindly scheduled me for the next visit. After all, Uriel had just turned 5 and was very imaginative.

The next day they referred me to another psychologist, the lady had died approximately 30 minutes after we left.

I haven't taken Uriel to the psychologist since that day.

Try to make Uriel behave like any child around the time I got pregnant and my little Athanasia was born. I remember giving it that name because of its immortal meaning.

Uriel took great care of Athanasia, he used to find him while telling him what he had learned or the day he introduced Vincent.

Athanasia couldn't stop crying that day that she was 3 years old and Uriel 7 years old.

His daughter used to follow Uriel everywhere until he asked about Vincent.

That was the worst day I had since I was born. Athanasia started crying and I heard Uriel cry out desperately, what had he done?

I remember it very clearly.

"Uriel, what happened?" I said, stroking her head to comfort her.

"It was Athanasia, mom!" I screamed as I tried to explain myself.

"Calm down, what happened?" I asked.

-Athanasia, mom ... Athanasia is going to die on her birthday ... she told me she knew how to write the date of her birthday ... worse than ... she was learning from Vincent and she was wrong ... .- She said sobbing .

Athanasia Afthon died on her fourth birthday.

After that, I decided to breathe a bit, so I asked my husband for time and left for a month.

Along with Athanasia Afthon, who was only 4 years old that month, her cousin had died leaving her daughter alone, she was so desperate at the funeral that she was the only one who offered to take care of the girl, her whole family converted her back to that little girl.

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