"Everyone is here, I trust? Hello, my name is William T. Spears. I will be one of your designated instructors that will mold you into proper Grim Reapers and will be with you throughout your training period. Feel free to come ask me questions about anything you find unclear," William said to this year's recruits. This year, he was scheduled to teach the recruits, which was never an easy task. It didn't help that he was partnered with probably the worst teacher here, well, other than Lilliana, but for different reasons. "Now, let's begin with-," William tried to say, but he heard a distracting humming in the background. He sighed as he said, "Grell Sutcliff, aren't you an instructor as well?"

"Oh, honey, you know I'm not good with children, but I came right over when I heard you were here," Grell said as he leaned toward his beloved Will. "I'm so happy! It's been ever so long since we were together."

"I can't imagine what the Personal Department was thinking," he said in an annoyed tone.

"Ah, you're so standoffish as ever. It's so fetching," Grell said with adoration in his voice, but was interrupted when Lilliana ran into the room, breathing hard from running all the way here.

"Sorry I'm late. They kept me longer than I planned," she said out of breath.

"They sent you to work with us," Grell asked in an angry and jealous tone.

"Yeah," she said, but she noticed that all the recruits in the room, who happened to be all boys, as usual, were all staring at her with awe in their eyes. "I forget that I'm the only female Reaper here, well except for Katia, but she's temporary."

"Excuse me," Grell asked in a furious tone.

"I will always see you as half a woman," she said. The two would have continued arguing if William didn't stop them.

"Now, that's enough! We need to act professionally in front of the recruits. They look to us as their mentors."

"And they thought it was a great idea for me to be an instructor?"

"I thought the same, but there is nothing we can do about it. Perhaps you can teach them certain defense skills when fighting an angel or a demon," William said to Lilliana.

"Hm, that actually sounds like a good idea," she said, but saw that the recruits were still staring at her. "Stop it! You need to focus on the task ahead of you. Fuck, if you act like this in front of me, what will you do when you are in the human world?"

"Ms. Kiliamo, language," William warned.

"I'm sorry, but they needed to hear it," she said.

"What else can go wrong," he said underneath his breath

The trio guided the recruits throughout the Association facilities, including the library, Administration, General Affairs, Personnel, and other areas that the recruits should be familiar with. They explained many topics ranging from their possible jobs to exceptions on the To-Die list, but some weren't focusing because of the elephant in the room: a female Reaper. True, there were female Reapers in the past and currently all over the world, but in this sect, there was only one . . . and a half. One of the last stops of the day was the spectacles workshop, where they saw how the spectacles were made and how they determine the thickness of the lens. They were lucky to see the head of the department, Lawrence Anderson, or "Pops", working on a pair with extra care.

"Oh, no matter how many times I see this, my heart still quivers," Grell said, making Lilliana's eyes roll.

"This is the legendary man who makes all the Reaper's spectacles? How fascinating," one of the recruits said.

"So, we'll be able to wear his spectacles now, too," another said with excitement.

"I'd like a new pair as soon as possible. The new-recruit spectacles are so dull," a third one said.

Lilliana chuckled as she said, "You lads have a long, long way to go before you're ready to wear Pop's spectacles."

"Only those who pass the final exam are permitted to wear his spectacles. In other words, they are a sort of proof that you've become a full-fledged Grim Reaper," William said, but he saw Lilliana and added, "Well, for most of us." She gave him an angry glare.

"Sir, what is this 'final exam'," one recruit asked.

"At the end of your training period, you'll form into groups of two and screen and collect a soul." At those words, the recruits looked nervous.

"By the look of it, this year's recruits are going to be useless," Grell said.

"If so, we'll simply send them away and start over."

"Quite as cold as ever. You're just the same now as you were then."

"What are you talking about?"

"You know, our first time together."

"I only wish I could forget it," he said as he looked at Lilliana, who looked at him with a confused look.

"Oh, my body will never forget. Just the thought of it makes me-" he said before embracing himself with pleasure. Lilliana could have sworn he ejaculated in his pants as he spoke. "I mean, you thrust into me from above and from below, for goodness's sake, and face to face and from behind! Oh, I thought my body would just give out!"

However, Lilliana hit the lovesick Reaper on the head as she said, "I was there too and it was nothing like you remember."

"Oh, that's right. I could have sworn we were working with a different person back then and was later turned into yet another person after the little . . . accident." She gritted her teeth in anger, but decided not to beat him senseless . . . right now.

"Honestly, being saved by you is the only blot on my life's record."

"Is that all? I'm pretty sure there's one more little detail- Ow," Grell said before he was hit in the head again.

"The final sounds difficult. You have to sit there and watch a human die," one recruit stated with nervousness.

"Remember that it is merely a job. There is no place for unnecessary emotions in a job. We need only carry out our duties and simply follow orders from on high, without attachments . . . or errors," Will said.

The group finally reached the last stop of their tour, but Lilliana did not want to go anywhere near it other than to visit poor Katia. "This is the rehabilitation center where we keep and retrain Grim Reapers that have fallen out of line or weren't on the line to begin with," Will said as he looked straight at Lilliana.

"Sir, have you ever had . . . what you call them, 'Rogue Reapers'," a recruit asked.

"Yes, we have. In fact, we have one among us," Grell said. The recruits looked frightened, scared to know who it was. "Yes, quite a dangerous creature, she is. She is not to be trusted and why should we? Her brother is a demon after all."

"Don't you dare talk bad about Bastille," Lilliana said with red eyes. "In fact, why are you talking shit about him?! I swear every fucking time I bring him up, you keep mentioning how much you want him inside you!" The recruits saw the red in her eyes and were afraid. Those boners they had for her went soft real quick. Soon, they started running away in fear and she said, "Come to class tomorrow at 8am sharp." With a deep breath, she calmed down and her eyes turned back green. "If you don't mind, I think I'm going to take a break before I start devouring priests' souls again."

6pm finally arrived and Will was about to head home, which always passed the rehabilitation center, but this time, he noticed someone outside and crying. "Ms. Kiliamo, are you all right?"

She looked up and quickly wiped her tears when she saw who it was. "I'm fine. I just had a shitty week. Who knew so much could change in an instant."

"What are you doing outside the rehabilitation center? I thought you hated it."

"Oh, I do, but since Katia is here, I thought I might as well give her support through this horrible time. It's best to try to survive with someone who has gone through the same punishment, even though I had worse issues than her." She paused herself, but suddenly asked, "When you said you 'wished you could forget' the past, why did you look at me?"

"What do you mean?"

"You honestly thought I didn't see you? I mean, back then, I truly wasn't myself, but that doesn't mean I don't remember what happened. After all, you were the one who was crushing hard on me."

"I did not-" William said, embarrassed, but was cut off.

"Oh, you can't lie to me that easily. You told me yourself and I'll be honest, you were attractive then, well, because you were the only guy that gave me that kind of attention. Did you want to forget that?"

"I . . . I-," he tried to say, but he couldn't think of anything to say at this point.

"Or do you want to forget the pain that came right after that?"

One hundred years ago, there were two recruits who were scheduled to take the final exam. Their names were William T. Spears, who was a B average student, and Grell Sutcliff, who was an A student, except in written exams and ethics. However, Grell thought that William would bring him down since he believed he was the best and wanted a man to "milk him for all his worth", so the instructors at the time thought this was the best time to test the latest experiment in the rehabilitation center. "The human in question is scheduled to die in one month. You'll spend that month examining whether he deserves death. Naturally, you're free to give your conclusion before your time runs out. Here is the data on your target. I wish for your success," the Head Reaper said as he gave them the file, but added, "Oh, I almost forgot something. If this Rogue Reaper that you will be working with steals a soul, whether from the target or someone else, we are immediately failing you. Do you understand?"

"Yes, but don't get in my way," Grell said in an annoyed tone.

"I look forward to working with you," William said with a bow.

As the recruits were guided to the hall of white rooms, the Reaper in charge said, "Be careful with this one. She may look sweet and innocent, but I must warn you, she is deadly." Grell and Will gulped at the warning, expecting the very worse. As a challenge, the instructors thought it would be a good idea to put them in charge of a Rogue Reaper, a rare specimen in their realm, but they somehow managed to get one. They finally arrived to the white room that held the Rogue Reaper, but as the door opened, they were surprised to see who was inside. A woman, lying on the floor, was staring at the ceiling, wearing a button down shirt and black skirt, but she looked their way at the sound of the door opening. As she saw her visitors, a big smile formed on her face and her bright green eyes showed joy. "Lilliana Kiliamo, this is William T. Spears and Grell Sutcliff. You will be working on the final exam together."

"Oh, how wonderful! I'm so excited to work with you two," she said with glee as she got up and walked toward them. She was disturbingly happy, despite being in such a horrific place. She seemed to be too sweet to be labeled as dangerous and she wasn't what they thought a Rogue Reaper would look like or act at all. "What are we going to do? I just want to be a Grim Reaper so badly!"

"She is the Rogue Reaper we were warned about," Grell asked. "Why, I bet she wouldn't even harm a fly." Despite his previous statement, he carefully approached her and gave her a pat on the head, which made her giggle like a little girl. "Ugh, I thought we were going to have a challenge, but at least she won't be a problem, right Will? . . . Will?"

William wasn't listening to him at all. He couldn't help, but stare at the unique creature. She wasn't like a Rouge Reaper, thank goodness, but she was unlike anyone he had ever seen. She seemed to put a spell on him without doing anything. She was . . . beautiful.

Before we continue with this back story, yes, this is the same Lilliana Kiliamo you've been reading about thus far. Yes, this is the same woman you would see talk shit about the Reaper Association. Yes, this is the same woman who had olive green eyes. Yes, this is the woman who liked to pick fights with Grell and Will whenever she could. However, this Lilliana is under the rehabilitation's spell. You know, the "first attempt" that Katia talked about. If you don't know what I'm talking about, go find the chapter where she was talking with Undertaker and catch up. For those of you who have done your homework, you are welcome to continue reading.

"The living world is always filthy," Grell said as he looked for their target, but all he could see was people living out their lives in many vulgar ways. "Ugh, I can't stand it!" However, he looked at Will, who was staring at Lilliana, who was way too happy, in his opinion, about being outside. He wasn't even subtle about it either. "Are you even paying attention?"

"Oh, sorry," he said, as if he was released from a spell.

"Stop ogling that girl and get back to the task at hand. Why did I ever agree to working with you?"

"You didn't, really. You were forced to."

"Don't get smart with me, boy! Those idiots didn't know what they were doing and now we have this ditzy girl with us."

"I've found him," Lilliana said as she pointed to a lit window. However, what surprised them is that she saw their target some distance away without a binocular. Even with spectacles, a Grim Reaper's vision wasn't that great.

"How on earth could you see him from here," Will said.

"Well I have good . . . spectacles," she said shyly.

"Regardless, we have our man: Thomas Wallis, born in Bristol in 1775. He is an earnest young man who spends each day working at the printer's and each night at the boardinghouse writing his novels. He submits them to publishers, but with no sign of success," William said.

"Uh, how typical; poor, talentless, and can't get a date. Right then, he's cleared for death," Grell said as he was about to stamp the file, but Lilliana pulled the file away from him.

"Let's investigate this for the full month," she said. "You'll never know what kind of work he can produce."

"Are you going against me? Fabulous," he said as he pulled out his training Death Scythe and swung it toward her, but William blocked his attack, just in time. However, Grell managed to kick him in the gut and send him flying to a bricked chimney. The impact was so hard that it made her gasp in shock. Will was too hurt to get up, but Grell strutted toward him. "Well, what will you do now?"

Suddenly, Grell felt a kick to his back that sent him flying to a roof of another building . . . almost a mile far away from them. Will looked in shock at what just happened and saw Lilliana looking at him with worry in her eyes. "Are you all right," she asked sweetly as she extended a hand to him.

"I've had worse days," he said as he took her hand and carefully got up.

"I hate to be violent, but I had to. He was hurting you."

"Wait, you were the one who hit me," Grell said as he returned to the roof, clearly in pain. "You little bitch! What gives you the right to hit me?!"

"I'm very sorry for that, but I could say the same for you. We aren't supposed to hurt our own kind! If there is going to be any fighting, let it be against a demon."

"For an innocent woman, you have a lot of strength."

"I know," she said regretfully. "But we still have a month for our test and since this is our first screening, I think we should continue to observe him to be sure we don't make a mistake."

"What a little troublemaker you are. Do as you like and I'll do as I like, too," Grell said.

"What day is he scheduled to die again," she asked.

"4pm on December 16, 1799," William answered.

"Well, we'll have all month to get to know each other better. Besides, Thomas might surprise us with his life."

Three days passed and the three Grim Reapers studied Thomas constantly. They watched him as he worked all day and write all night. They watched him go to the local publisher, but never receiving the recognition for his work. Along with that, the two men kept on eye on the girl that was claimed to be dangerous. Despite her demonstration of strength, she never exhibited any other signs of her supposed wicked ways. Surprisingly, despite their bad first impression, she and Grell became friends. She was sweet to him and complimented every fabulous outfit he picked out for the day. He even called her Lily instead of Lilliana, which made her feel special. Will and Lilliana seemed to get closer, but he could never admit how he felt for her. He didn't know what it was, but it made his interactions with her awkward at times. He has caught himself losing his composure around her and sometimes, she'll point it out. Still, she had that warm smile that made him melt inside. How can something so innocent and beautiful be evil? William and Lilliana watched Thomas sit on the bench, saddened by his latest rejection from the publishers, but one thing was on their mind: where was Grell?

"Hey you two," Grell's voice said. They turned toward the voice and saw Grell in today's outfit: a very red overcoat with a brown colonial hat.

"What are you wearing," William said.

"What does it matter to you? Besides, I wanted her opinion," he said.

"It's probably one of your best outfits," she said with glee.

Grell had a huge smile on his face. "Thank you, Lily! Anyways, are you ready to stamp the file or not?"

"We've only been at this for three days," William said with annoyance in his tone.

"Isn't that enough? I'm sick of the living world and there aren't any handsome men here. Hurry up and make your decision."

"All right, I will," he said as he started walking to Thomas, shocking the two other Grim Reapers. "Good afternoon, sir. My name is William T. Spears."

"What?!" the two of them yelled in shock.

After a while of talking, William convinced Thomas to let him take a look at his latest manuscript, but as he read it, he commented, "You should probably spend some time editing this. Your prose is a tad roundabout."

"It's funny you mention that. The publisher told me that, too," Thomas said in a nervous voice.

However, Grell grabbed Will by his tie and said, "What the devil are you playing at?"

"Grell, don't hurt him," Lilliana warned.

"I will do what I bloody want to him," Grell said before he remembered her strength. "I'll try to play nice."

"You told me to hurry up and decide."

"This isn't what I had in mind! Are you an idiot?!"

"There isn't a rule forbidding us to contact with our target. Trust me; they made me read the test instructions multiple times," Lilliana said.

"Excuse me, but why are you three carrying sickles," Thomas asked.

"They're Death Scythes," William said, but Grell urged him to keep his mouth shut.

"Death Scythes, like the one the Grim Reaper carries in all the legends?"

"Yes, in fact, we are Grim Reapers and I'm afraid you will die soon. Therefore, we are investigating whether you truly ought to die or-" Will tried to say, but Grell put the blade of his Death Scythe around his neck.

"I should have killed you the first time I saw you."

"Lilliana, am I breaking any rules by saying what I just said?"

"No, actually there is nothing wrong with it. I wonder why," she said.

"Only an idiot would do so," Grell said out of anger.

"Oh, I understand; you're actors, aren't you and this is a new form of avant-garde theater with audience participation," Thomas asked.

"Shut your mouth and stay out of this," Grell yelled.

"You don't have to be so rude to him," Lilliana said.

"But you're so pretty! You are meant to be on stage! I've never seen a man so beautiful in my life with that red hair and pearly skin. London really is the city of wonders, isn't it," Thomas said with awe.

"Oh yes! All the world's a stage, and I am a player navigating through the battlefield that is love! No, love is man and man in a tragic dream play," Grell recited as if he was on stage.

"You just had to feed the addiction, didn't you," Lilliana said with a playful smile.

Soon, the trio left the young author, but they continued to watch him through his window at his house, but Will was upset. "Thanks to you, I wasn't able to investigate."

"Please, it was your fault for talking to the boy, but I must admit, he seems to be a promising fellow, doesn't he?"

"Yes he does. I wonder what he will write next," Lilliana said.

The title of the new novel that Thomas started was surprising to the three Reapers: The Story of Will the Reaper. It was a tale of a new Reaper named Will who observed the various lives of humans. He watched dispassionately as he saw the dying souls, neither good nor evil, live their lives, until he met one human maiden who was destined for death. Her name was Lilliana and she returned his love, but now, he was caught between Reaper law and the dictates of his own heart. In the end, he chose love and tried to save her. Luckily, he had aid from his friend, a red-headed and fair-of-heart Reaper named Grell. However, Will and Grell's efforts were in vain; Lilliana died. Will appealed to the god ruling that world by saying that he would exchange his soul in exchange for hers. And so it was agreed that her life would be spared, but at a price: all her memories of Will would be erased. He was fine with that since he knew that even if all memory of him was lost, deep within her soul, there would be proof of their love. No one could ever erase that. Soon, Will disappeared and she was brought back to life and although she had no memory of him, she fell in love and bore a child and named him Will.

The novel was approved for publishing and he continued to write while the three Reapers edited his work while he was away or asleep. His deadline, however, was familiar to them: 4pm on December 16th, the date he was scheduled to die. However, they were intrigued by the story. After all, it was interesting to read a story about themselves, even if it was fictional. "Not a bad story, don't you agree," Grell said as he read the last chapter of the novel.

"Rather, this is a masterpiece. It will go down in history as a classic," William said as he examined the chapter.

"Unfortunately, he is going to die tomorrow at 4 o'clock," Lilliana said.

"Well, if you don't mind, I'm going to get some beauty rest. I don't want to hear any noises, understood," Grell said.

"Of course," she said as he left the room and closed the door behind him. The two Grim Reapers continued to read the chapter and were enthralled by the story. However, William felt uncomfortable when she started to read it. Somehow, Thomas wrote how he felt for her, but labeled it love. He thought she was the most beautiful, kindest, and just plain amazing woman he ever met, which was hard for him to accept. He never felt anything near this in his life and was taught that Grim Reapers couldn't express the same emotions as humans since they would be a hindrance to their work. However, if that was the case, what was he feeling inside him? Was this really . . . love? "I love you, Will," she said under her breath.

"I beg your pardon," he asked.

"What? It's what she says to him before she dies. It must be heartbreaking to be separated from the one you love, to the point that you would sacrifice everything you have for their happiness."

"I suppose so, but we Grim Reapers can't understand what that is like. We are incapable of feeling such an emotion as love."

"Do you truly believe that? I mean, we are supposed to be unemotional so we have no bias when it comes to our targets, but I can't imagine a world without love. After all, this book proves it."

"That is a story of fiction. It's not real."

"Is it," she asked as she examined his facial expression, which changed from unemotional to shock. "There is a reason why you are so enthralled with this story and it's not only because of the name. It's about you and me . . . in love."

"A-And why would that matter," he said, trying to hide his nervousness, but failing to do so.

"I've been watching you, Will, along with our target. You haven't been able to keep your eyes off me since we met," she said almost seductively. He blushed from the fact that she had noticed this whole time, but didn't explicitly say anything. "And I'll be honest with you; I like you too."

"R-Really," he asked in shock.

"Yeah, I mean it. Grell is flamboyant and all, but you were the one who caught my eye," she said as she walked up to him and gave him a hug. "You were the kindest person I've met." However, as she looked at him, he couldn't help, but kiss her. Grant it, he never kissed anyone in his life, but he has observed humans kiss while on field trips to the human world. However, despite his inexperience, she made up for it. Even though he wanted to part lips quickly, she made sure their lips were locked and even added tongue. He tried to pull back, but she pushed him to a wall so he couldn't escape.

Eventually, he managed to free himself and said, "Lilliana, stop!"

She finally realized what she was doing and quickly pulled away. "I'm so sorry! I don't know what came over me."

"I'm surprised you knew how to kiss like that."

"I don't, really. You are my first kiss."

"Pardon?"

"It's true. I learned how to through . . . watching others," she said before tears started forming in her eyes. "When I was a monster; that's what they said I was. They said what I was doing was evil and I need to learn how to control myself. I'm a monster."

"What are you talking about," William said lovingly.

"I don't want to hear those things anymore! Every day, I would hear that I'm a monster, but I'm not and you and Grell know that. Please tell me that I'm not the monster they think I am."

"You're not a monster," he said as he wiped her tears, which brought a smile on her face. "In fact, after tomorrow, I will tell them personally that you are not a monster."

"Thank you," she said as she hugged him tightly.

The next day, the three of them watched as Thomas ran to the publisher's office some time before four. Lilliana held onto William's arm as they watched the inevitable death unfold, but Grell had other things in mind. "Maybe we should let him live. I could contact the Association-,"

"That won't be necessary. We will collect his soul as scheduled," William said, surprising both of them.

"Um, aren't you forgetting about the loophole? Souls beneficial to the world are excluded from the list."

"You think his soul is beneficial?"

"You said yourself that his novel is a masterpiece," Lilliana said.

"And you think that might is all it takes to exempt his soul; his novel? Is that what you are suggesting?"

"Well . . . ,"

"Is there a problem with that," Grell asked in an angry tone.

"No, there isn't one, but you are mistaken."

"Oh, so that's what it is? I'm mistaken? You've got some nerve to say those fighting words to me," Grell said as he tried to swing his Death Scythe toward him, but Lilliana blocked it with hers and managed to push him away. "Are you going to let her do all the fighting for you? You're more pathetic than I thought."

"Injuring my partner would affect my grade, but there is no rule saying she can't."

"Oh, so that's it? Well, why don't you fight me then? A B-average student against an A-student like me won't stand a chance."

"I believe you're only a triple-A in practical skills, correct," he said as he took out his Death Scythe.

"Don't you mock me," Grell said as he tried swinging at him again, but missed multiple times. However, Will started to attack him with all his might, which matched Grell's skill, but something about being on the receiving end of an attack made him . . . hot and bothered. Being beaten savagely like this . . . turned him on. Eventually, Grell was defeated, but it sure didn't feel like it to him.

"True, he may become a famous author whose name will go down in history, but the world will be no different with or without him. It's time, we must be off," William said, but when he went to look for Lilliana, she wasn't around. "Lilliana? Where did she go?"

"She must be at the scene," Grell said, but it was hard to speak at this point.

"C'mon, let's go," he said as he started roof-jumping toward their destination, but Grell needed a few minutes before moving. However, as he reached the destination, he saw Lilliana looking down at the scene. Thomas almost made it to the publisher, but he was unfortunately hit by a carriage that didn't see him crossing. Blood was quickly pouring out of him and everyone looked in horror. "Lilliana, are you all right," he asked her. Although she had to get used to these kinds of brutal deaths, he didn't want it to scar her.

"I don't feel so good," she said, but her voice sounded like she was holding something back.

"You don't need to see such a . . . ," he said as he turned her around so she was facing him, but what he saw surprised him: blood-red eyes.

"I'm not a monster. I'm not a monster," she said over and over, but each time she said it, her tone seemed to change from frightened to . . . calm and collected.

"What is this," he asked in shock.

"I forgot to mention something to you, Will. The reason why I am a Rogue Reaper is that my brother is a demon and he taught me a lot about souls, including how delicious they are. Since you are special to me, I'll let you in on a little secret: I'm fucking hungry," she said in a villainous tone as she pushed him away and immediately descended toward the site below. She walked to dying Thomas and with her Death Scythe in her hand, she told him, "Hello Thomas. I'm afraid there is going to be a change in plans. I'm going to devour your soul." She then struck the Death Scythe in him and everyone around them ran away in fear. This was a lot simpler for her than ripping the soul out of the body since it left little mess and if she wanted to get away with this, she had to look like it was collected.

"Lilliana, stop," Will said as he grabbed her and forced her to the roof above, letting the soul go free momentarily.

"Let me go! I'm hungry and his soul is crying to be devoured by a demon," she said as she tried to get out of his grip, but he wouldn't let her go.

"You are not a demon and I won't allow you to ruin our chances to pass the test," he said.

"Well, this should be a fun battle to the death then." Despite her strength, he knew that there was one weakness that every Grim Reaper had: without their spectacles, they cannot see. He quickly removed her spectacles and threw them some distance away from them and she looked frantic. "Oh no! I can't see without my spectacles!" She got out of his grip to "go look for them", but when she was some distance, she started to laugh menacingly. "Nice try," she said as she swung her Death Scythe toward him.

"This . . . This is impossible! How are you able to see," William asked in utter shock.

"Those spectacles hindered my vision so I couldn't see the littlest of paper cuts from some distance away, so thank you for taking those infernal things off," she said as she was able to knock off his spectacles from his face.

"Oh no; I can't fight like this," he said frantically as he tried to look for them, but she kicked him while he was down.

"All the better for me," she said, but soon was tied up by Thomas' Cinematic Record. "What the fuck?" They then started to pierce into her and Will and they both could see his memories. However, Will was saved when a Death Scythe cut through the Cinematic Record around him and he was set free.

"How rude; first, you get me all hot and bothered and then you go off and play with her." Grell said as he put Will's spectacles back on his face. "You should be more careful of those." He turned to Lilliana and said, "Keep your hands off my man, you dirty home-wrecker."

"I'm not your man, but let's get through this," William said. Eventually, they managed to collect the soul that fought so hard to live and poor Thomas Wallace died. The Cinematic Record surrounding Lilliana was gone, but since she was infected by the memories longer than any Reaper should, she passed out and fell into Will's arms.

"So, that's what a Rogue Reaper is really like," Grell said. "I could have mistaken her for a demon."

"She wasn't a monster," he said to himself, but he couldn't bring himself to believe those words anymore. So that's how a woman so sweet and innocent could be so dangerous.

"Well, believe what you want, but she is too dangerous to be working out in the fields. If she acted like this in front of us, just imagine what she could get away with on her own."

"She . . . She is too dangerous."

"I'll admit that it was difficult seeing what you were capable of and it frightened me," William said to Lilliana in front of the rehabilitation center.

"Well, I was a different person back then. Heck, I actually gave Grell compliments, but I do miss the time when you two viewed me as another Grim Reaper and I hope I can see that again . . . Oh, I almost forgot," she said as she pulled out a folded piece of paper with many creases in it. "I managed to steal a page out of that novel. Even I knew Thomas wasn't worth saving, but I didn't want to say anything."

Will took the paper out of her hand and examined it. It was a page from the last chapter. More importantly, it was the scene that William sacrificed his soul for Lilliana's. "You kept this all this time," he asked in surprise

I would always read it when I was depressed, which has been more times than I would like to admit. In fact, I memorized it to give you a clue, but I'm sure you'll get a kick out of it since we were talking about that day," she said with a chuckle. "Anyway, I should get going. It's probably almost morning back at the estate. I'll see you tomorrow," she said as she gave him a kiss on the cheek. He looked at her with shock, but she said, "Don't get too emotional about it."

When he returned home, he read the piece of paper and couldn't help, but feel sentimental. When Lilliana died, Will offered up his soul in exchange so she could have a second chance in life, but William T. Spears didn't do the same. That Lilliana died and was reborn into the one he saw every day. When she was brought back to the rehabilitation center, he completely abandoned her. What was he suppose to do? She literally scared the shit out of him and his attraction toward her vanished. When she returned as the woman he knew today, she never asked why he left her behind; she understood why and never brought up the topic. Though, she had hatred towards Grim Reapers in general, including him and Grell, when she returned, causing her to join forces with a demon and his boy master. He had to admit, he still found her special, even after all these years. After all, she was simply one hell of a Reaper.

Well, this is usually the point that I end the story and start asking my readers questions to help inspire me what to write for the sequel, but I'm not sure I want to end it here. As far as I know, I am done and will soon be working on the sequel (which has already been uploaded by the way: One Hell of a Reaper II), but if there is something you are dying to know, then please leave a review or message me. Are you curious how Lilliana and Sebastian first met? Are you curious to learn about her demonic life with Bastille? Are you curious about the lives of Bastille and Lily Kilia as humans? Please let me know. If you think it's fine as it is, then I'll leave it here.

Since I still have your attention, I might as well ask some questions. (Ha, it rhymed) What is to become of Lilliana Kiliamo? How will she deal with losing her brother and possibly Sebastian? Will she become a full-time Grim Reaper? So many questions, but only you can answer them.

Thank you so much for reading my story and I hope you enjoyed yourself.

See you soon. PhantomGypsy13