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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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Emotionally

Amon had already arrived to where Avilyn is. With the woman wearing her robe, she seemed like a Greek goddess who visited them rather than a fairy because of her unmatched beauty. 

"Amon," she greeted, resting on the tree's trunk as she looked at him with a smile on her face. "I knew it that you could see me immediately," she added, the Grim Reaper curious as he cocked her head to the side. 

"Why are you here?"

"I'm curious," she said, looking from afar over Amon's shoulder. "I want to see my daughter."

Amon took a look back. He noticed that they are quite visible from where they are, the Grim Reaper, looking at Avilyn once more. 

"If you're worried of them seeing you, then we have to move away from here and talk whatever it is about what you wanted to talk about."

Avilyn let out a sigh. With a small pout shown on her face, she turned her back against Amon and then flew away, gesturing him to follow her.