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"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.

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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. 

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Death's Lover

"It's really not that funny," Lilith said for the nth time. 


She and Amon stood in line for ice cream cones. Amon struggled to keep his composure in check. That made Lilith more aggravated. Sure, it was nice to hear him laugh but they need to move on now! 


"What can I get you, lovebirds? Nice costumes, by the way," the ice cream vendor interrupted before either of them could say more.


Lilith gave him an innocent smile. "Don't be fooled. He's more like a baby-faced uncle. Oh, and I'll have a strawberry please."


"Chocolate for me." Amon turned back to Lilith. "Shouldn't you be respecting your elders?"


"I am," the young lady defended with wide astonished eyes. The vendor handed her a strawberry cone. She offered it to Amon. "Would you like a bite, uncle?"


"Come on, just try it, uncle. It's my favorite flavor and I want to share it with you because you are the bestest uncle one could ever have."


She Had Become The One