Aarav ran away. 

Who could really blame him, though? The list of things Aarav that didn't excel at was long and humiliating, borderline pathetic even. A list that included fighting too. So when he encounters a group of monk-looking assailants in black with books floating next to them, ganging up on a little harmless kid…he wasn't exactly sure how to deal with that situation. More so, when that strange encounter snowballs into him being attacked by a giant tentacled monster; he did the only thing he excelled at—he ran away.

Being able to see the dead since his birth was strange enough for him but being chased by a monster was taking things a bit too far. But now thrust into the strange world of dead souls, demons and grim reapers; Aarav has to make a choice. Does he continue to live in the ignorance of the blurred lines of two worlds, or will he muster up the courage to do what is right? To save the people close to him, no matter the lengths he has to go to achieve that goal.

Even if it required his own death.

Grimoire: Atonement of Souls

"Hey Rei, Ash is calling for you two—what the fudge happened here?!" Ryu asked, taking in the sight of a massive field riddled with craters the size of basketballs instead of the luscious green grass it formerly had growing out of it. (Also he did not actually say fudge. I Pg-13-ized it.) 


"Un, he did it!" Rei pointed at me with her long manicured nails like an elder sibling accusing her younger one in the hopes to shift the blame and not get scolded by their father. 


"Snitch!" I said with the expression of hurt quite evident on my face. And here I thought we had gotten a little close. (Also, I did mean snitch here this time. No Pg-13-ization from my end.) 


I was an only child. I mean, I still am. Never had a brother or sister or even a cousin to spend some time with, to play games and pretend we were WWE wrestlers and fight for our lives or you know, whatever it is that siblings did for fun. 


Missed Call