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Death's Lover

"Why are you wearing cow head mask? Lilith asks you this question the third time." Amon groaned, tipping his head up. It made the snout of his mask point at the sky, making Lilith giggle as she found the view funny. "It's weird. Lilith thinks you're ugly that's why you're hiding your face." Hearing this, Amon couldn't help but look at her through his mask. If only he wasn't wearing it, Lilith would see how he arched a brow at her statement as he didn't like what she said. "You said it's rude for people to be ignored. Aren't you being rude for making such a remark?" "Oh!" Lilith gasped, making her cuter as she immediately touched her mouth with both of her hands in an attempt to shut herself up. The little girl spoke again, her voice heard even though she talked softly. "Lilith didn't mean to... Lilith is sorry. But Lilith was honest. Doesn't that make Lilith a good girl?" *** Amon, the Grim Reaper, appeared in the mortal realm to fulfill his job in collecting the souls of the dead. However, an unusual event occurred when he was about to collect one dying pregnant woman's soul. She was giving birth right before she died, making Amon panic and worry as her dying wish was for him to save her child! With the Grim Reaper actually a softie and is willing to take care of the infant despite the rule of their job to not interfere in mortal affairs, what lies ahead for Death and his now-growing human, Lilith? *** "Why do you wear that?" "19 years have passed—" Amon started, "—and this is still what you want to ask about?" "Well, yes." Lilith grinned. --- WARNING: Some chapters of this story contain mature R-18 content. FUN FACT: The world here is connected to "The Soul Eater's Possession" story's world, but this can also be a stand-alone book. COVER ARTIST: Haryu WSA ENTRY 2022 Update Schedule: 1 chapter every Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday 6PM GMT+8. Want to further show your support? Send me a ko-fi~! ^^ Link: https://ko-fi.com/mysticamy

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We Were Invited

"Good afternoon. Are you available to talk to right now?"

"Of course," the teacher replied with a jovial voice as she was busy piling up the papers on her desk, not even raising her head to look at the man speaking to her. "Let me just clear my table so you can sit in front of the desk with ease. Please take a seat!"

Arlo and Kent sat before the table, Kent's hands clasped together as he knew that the teacher is going to talk about in detail on what he did to his classmate. As the teacher was about to finish stacking the papers and putting on a heavy stapler on top of the pile, Arlo spoke again to introduce himself.

"I'm Kent's guardian. I was told that I need to get a memo from you in his stead because of some naughty deed that he did?"

Arlo slightly narrowed his eyes at Kent, making him pout.

"Why, yes," the teacher said, already done fixing her stuff as she now looked at the man in front of the table. "It's good to see you. My name's… what?"