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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

The moon hung high in the sky, casting a silvery glow over the mansion's garden as Gregory paced back and forth in his room. The weight of his past—the betrayal, the uncertainty, and the connection to Albaz—felt heavier than ever. Yet, sharing those memories with Sicily had brought him a sense of clarity, a realization that he didn't have to face his demons alone.

A soft knock on his door pulled him from his thoughts, and he looked up to see Sicily standing there, her expression gentle and understanding. "I thought you might need some company," she said softly, stepping inside.

Gregory managed a small smile. "Yeah, I could use some," he admitted, feeling the warmth of her presence soothe the tension that had coiled tightly in his chest.

Sicily crossed the room, her eyes never leaving his. She stopped in front of him, reaching out to place a comforting hand on his arm. "We'll get through this," she said, her voice steady and determined. "Together."

We Are Not Alone