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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 first light of dawn filtered through the canopy of the forest, casting a soft glow over the battlefield. The oppressive darkness that had once suffocated the area was gone, replaced by a gentle breeze that carried the scent of earth and leaves.

The Great Tree Albaz, once a towering monolith of corruption, now stood diminished, its twisted branches slowly retreating to a more natural form.

Lilith stood at the center of the clearing, her chest rising and falling as she caught her breath. The weight of the recent battle pressed upon her, but there was a newfound lightness in the air that hinted at hope.

She glanced around at her companions, relief washing over her as she saw each of them beginning to recover.

Amon approached her, his dark eyes softening as they met hers. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

She nodded, a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "I think so," she replied. "It's over, isn't it?"

Tomorrow is a New Day