R.I.P

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You throw away your scythe to the ground and massage your neck. "God why is this place so hot?" You stare at the fire burning near you, bubbling hot.

"Incase you forget about this, you're in hell." A soft voice emerging from your side. Your right side is so bright and glowing because there's an angel sitting next to you. Yes, it's Angel Hobi, who else would want to be your friend?

"Can you like ... fan me with your wings? Make it useful" And it's an offence coming from your evil mouth.

"Well ........ Excuse me devil, these are my angel wings. For your information, wings are made to fly here and there."

You roll your eyes and give him this one specific expression that can be also translated as 'meh what ever' expression. Who needs wings anyway? These days people ... creatures beside people and animals and other things on earth, teleport. Like you!

But wait!!

Hell? Angel? Wings? Teleport? What are all these?

Well, to start a story we must need an introduction, thus this is this story introduction.

You're a grim reaper. Again, Grim Reaper. Yeah the one you usually watch on your screen where these 'GR' (Grim Reaper in short form) wear the usual black long cape-ish hoodie and always, always, always a skeleton.

Not so sure if a grim reaper is categorised as demon. But!! Moving on, so yes, you're a grim reaper who is assigned to take people's soul under the request of your big boss. Who is your big boss? Well of course the owner of the hell. Namjoon, or Hades.

He is very firm in personality and also firm as in physically (you know what I mean). He is the King of Hell, not sure that is a compliment or not but for him it is. Can withstand fire? Hell yeah! (Pun intended)

Now ... You've been in hell for as long as you can remember. How can you be in hell not in heaven?

Let's just say that you're not so good or well behaved in the past, as in during your life on earth.

##### FLASHBACK #####

"Yo! Dude! Sis!?? Stop drinking ... you're gonna like ... explode."

"I .... Like ... explosion ..." You answered as you keep on chugging the bottle of the same strong alcohol since 12 midnight.

However, someone snatched it from your hand and put it on the small table right next to you. She cupped your cheeks, trying to say a few more words but you pouted your lips before she could even say anything.

"What are you doing??" She asked. "My ... bestie ... wanna ... kiss ... muuuuu ..." You pursed your lips forward. "I don't want your lips! Oh god! You're so drunk! Let's go home."

You aggressively shook your head, pushing her away. "I want to party!!!" You're about to dance but your friend quickly grabbed your hands. "Stop! Come on, I'll send you back home."

She dragged you out and once you're out of the club, she shoved you in the car. She quickly pulled the seatbelt on you and started the engine.

With you wasted at her side, she drove away. Thinking that the drive will be fine since she's driving but God has some other plans.

In which ... you suddenly took off your seatbelt and held the wheel, making her lose control. "What are you doing!!!!!"

"I want to go back to the party-" Even before you could finish the line, the car was already heading towards the opposite road.

A huge truck was right in front of you and her, and there's no way you could get away from the sight. So ... you crashed. Killing you on the spot, while being drunk.