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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 forest grew darker with each step, the ancient trees towering overhead like silent sentinels. Amon led the way, his dark energy swirling faintly around him as a constant reminder of the power he carried.

Behind him, Lilith followed closely, her resolve etched onto her face. The others moved with a quiet determination, their steps muffled by the thick underbrush.

"This is it," Gregory murmured, breaking the silence. His sharp eyes scanned the surroundings, every muscle in his body taut. "We're nearing the heart of Albaz's domain."

Kiana nodded, her bow in hand, an arrow already nocked. "Stay close. If what Aluxio said is true, the Great Tree will be protected by more than just magic."

No Turning Back