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Some said death is quicker than the speed of light while others say it's a torture to experience a slow one,whatever it is that they think,you don't care about it.

Why?

Because you are you--the angel of death. Your job was to take away human life which wasn't a job you fancied after millenias of working.

It was getting more boring and hectic each day,everyday and every minute,somewhere on earth people would die of sickness,accidents or shot down.

The reaping list just gets longer and longer each day,sighing you grabbed your trusted scythe and called Tao,your new assistant/death angel-in-training.

He's an angel but a minor one,having a pair of white wings crafted out of light instead of your 3 pairs of black wings crafted from darkness.

Not that you care anyway.

'So,where are we going today, ,you>you?' he leaned closer to you and asked cutely. 'Montreal,Canada. We have to reap someone by the name of Matthew Crest,he's dying of leukaemia and his time is almost up in an hour.' you packed your stuff and went out of the house.

You are staying on earth to make your job easier so you bought a house,Tao carried a tablet in his hand. You could tell he's excited on his first job as death's assistant,he asks a lot of question until you felt like your ears would explode.

'Oh,come on...' you grunted in annoyance. Grabbing his hand and you soared towards the sky as soon as no one was looking.

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