The ghost villa

August reluctantly moved his fingers towards the zipper, swallowing hard. He didn't even realise he was holding his breath in as he pulled it up. Fair, porcelain skin and August fingers mistakenly brushed a finger, to know it was as soft as a feather.

"It's done." August withdrew as soon as it was done. Taking a step back, making a fake cough.

Azrael turned completely unaware of his thoughts. More like she doesn't care. He doesn't have a few cells so wondering what goes in his mind was like losing a few of her own brain cells.

"The human was like you. Wife of a grim reaper. The grim reaper of that time had an interest in exploring and she joined him. Most of the maps of the heims were created by him." Azrael recalls the incident.

In the Netherworld where everything is in a book. From souls to their own history to present and future. One such book was theirs. They were infamous ones still known to these days.