(Heads up! : I'm currently on the 2nd day of vacation hiatus! ^-^ It is only for about 10 days, so I should be back and ready later!! In the meantime, if I have any creative bursts of any sort, I'll probably update it here! Have a nice vacation!)

It was a complete accident.

Reaper had just been attempting a dangerous act : Teleporting straight TO C%^!&.

Obviously, it didn't work at all, sending the god into the emptiness of space...

Or what the god thought was space.

It was completely dark, devoid of any stars or light.

As the grim reaper began to traverse this empty void, he began to realize more and more that he was absolutely lost. He couldn't find a possible way out of here. Actually, he had not the slightest clue of what HERE is.

After countless hours of searching, the god soon gave up his will to escape and simply laid on the ground, tired. He had exhausted most of his options, the only one left was to let himself rot away. So, he was going to do just that. Rot away...

Until a mighty screech caused the god to rise from his nonsense.

He blinked, utterly startled. What was that? Whatever it was, there could only be one thing  : Another person.

The flame of hope within himself lit once again as he quickly flew towards the direction of the sound.

Soon, he had arrived at his destination, a lone figure in white standing in the emptiness. The only thing that caught the God's attention was the large scarf draped onto the other's rather small frame.

Before the curious reaper could approach the other monster, his small handbook of names had suddenly appeared in front of him, wildly flipping through its vast amounts of pages. It then abruptly stopped at the very, very end, leaving itself open to the last empty page of the book.

As if with magic, black ink began to form into letters, quickly forming words. It soon consumed the parchment, building paragraphs upon paragraphs of story. It surprised the god, watching as the whole story couldn't possibly fit on one page and forcing the booklet to conjure up more pages until it was finally complete.

Reaper stared at his even thicker novel, eagerly flipping through the pages until it stopped on the newly formed ones. He only desired to read the first page since that is where the basic information laid.

̶S̶a̶n̶s̶  Geno

Male

Red Scarf and Cut.

Death Date : 292€÷&#¥÷,33928÷*(

Reaper stared at the death date, shocked. Usually, it would clearly state the exact time and date of the mortal's death. However, Geno's was... strange.

Using his magic, he managed to clear the unwanted symbols away.

Death Date : Pending...

Reaper blanked. What? Pending? Does that mean...he was supposed to die? If he was supposed to die, then wouldn't Reaper had known about him and quickly come to reap him?

Pushing his ideas away, he settled in the conclusion that this mortal had figured a way to escape his radar and needed to be put down immediately before something...bad could happen. He definitely didn't want another incident to happen since it created...them.

Swiftly, he floated down behind the figure, his dual scythes quietly growling in the anticipation of their next reaping. He raised the scythes, ready to bring them down on the skeleton.

"Damn it..."

Reaper did something that he shouldn't be doing...Reaper began to hesitate and wait. The internal war fought within him was telling him to kill this man, but at the same time to just wait for a few more minutes. Unfortunately, the 'wait' side had won without issue, forcing Reaper to make his scythes vanish in a flurry of excess magic.

He listened intently as the skeleton in front of him began to pace and mumble curses to himself, half amused. He listened to his rants about things with 'timelines' and 'idiots' and what-not. It was fun to watch.

Soon, Reaper had begun to draw closer and closer, wanting to hear more and more. Sadly, as he got so close, his entertainment had spotted him in the corner of their gaze and immediately freaked out, jumping away from Reaper quickly.

The god watched as the small skeleton had conjured a variety of bone attacks and animalistic skulls, hovering them dangerously as his gaze was locked on the single Reaper.

"Who are you?" Geno quickly spat, ready for attack.

Reaper thought for a moment before chuckling ominously. "Hello, my name is Death. I have come here to kill you."

The god stumbled as a sharp attack tore itself through his ribcage, narrowly missing his spine. Of course, it didn't hurt, but it did surprise him.

"Death, is it? Buddy, I have no idea who the hell you are, but if you want to kill me, then you'll have to die trying." Geno growled, tight balls of energy beginning to form in the floating skulls, threatening to fire it's magical energy.

Reaper couldn't help but smile to himself. Never had a mortal threatened him so...carelessly. In fact, no mortal had even dared challenge him. It felt...refreshing...exciting...thrilling.

So, in pure amusement did the Reaper summon his deadly scythes.
"Sounds fun."

(TO BE CONTINUED! (If you want x3))