The lives of reapers were not easy. If anything, it felt like reapers were the very thing the universe hated the most. Every part of life was difficult, be it our purpose, how we grow, hell, even to how we reproduce.
But the most, and perhaps the shittiest part of the job would have to be dealing with malice. Of course, that was debatable. Most would say it was the fact that we had to find monstrosities from Hellsgate every night.
I personally didn't have such an issue with that. After all, I could just blow them away. There was a reason why zombie flicks were always popular no matter how many of them were bad. The reason was extremely simple. It appealed to a man's most primal desire.
The desire to fuck everything up.