Daughter of Death

10. Little Reaper

Chapter summary: The stalker makes himself known, and suddenly you wished it was someone else.
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The shock melted away almost instantly, anger quickly replacing it instead as you threw the door open - your face contorted into pure rage as you opened your mouth to scream after the two skeletons.

But before you could march across the street and out of your door, large arms wrapped around your waist. Tightly holding you in place as you tried to thrash your way out.

"Let go of me, Ares!" You shouted, now unbothered about keeping Atlas sleep - the mentioned skeleton had stood at the bottom of the stairs, his sockets wide in shock.

Elbowing Ares' ribcage, you snarled and attempted to release yourself. He grunted behind you, his hold tightening as he swung the door close with his foot and picked you up from the floor. Screams and shouts coming from you as you clawed and kicked. "That sly, ugly- LET GO OF ME, ARES!"

Ares shook his skull, falling back on the couch and wrapped his legs around you, further grounding you from thrashing. You stilled, your teeth grit in anger as you glared at the black screen of the TV. Your eyes watching the red glow of his eyelight, still buzzing with anger of his own.

Atlas quickly strolled over with long strides, crouching in front of you with his hands on your shaking knees. You glared heated at him, feeling slightly guilty and turned your head away. Your hair covering your face as you trembled with concealed anger.

Who gave that mutt the rights?! You certainly did not give any indications that you had any interest to either of those- those fucking skeletons! So why in all of Underworld did he pull that stunt?! You sighed, agitated. Once again trying to escape Ares' iron hold and lightly kicked your feet, being mindful of the large skeleton kneeling in front of you.

Turning your head to give Ares a side-glance, you narrowed your eyes. "Let. Me. Go." You hiss, your anger could rival the actual Ares' if he was here - probably enjoying your predicament and further worsening the situation.

This Ares shook his skull, his arm sneaking around your waist and held tighter. "no."

Bristling, you willed the magic down - not wanting to use it on either of them no matter how angry you were. They did nothing to deserve your rain of terror.

"Are all the skeletons across the street infuriating?" You huff, ceasing your struggle and slumped back like a kid not wanting to be picked up.

"you haven't met the others." He grumbled, slowly untangling his legs seeing as you were no longer trying to murder someone.

Your brows shot upwards, mouth slightly ajar. "There is more?!"

Atlas nervously cleared his throat, making you turn to him with undivided attention. He fiddled with his fingers, glancing at the floor then to you. He flinched lightly at your unwavering gaze. "YES... ALTHOUGH MOST WANTED TO EXPLORE THE SURFACE, SOME OF US STAYED BACK IN EBOTT..."

"That's fucking fantastic." You mutter under your breath distastefully. Biting down on your tongue when Ares hesitantly retracted his arms around you. Pushing yourself to stand, you dusted yesterday's clothes - glared out the window to that house across the street.

"I really don't mind you two," you say through the tensed silence, "I quite enjoy your presence, actually. Those fiends, however, can get their souls harvested for all the non fucks I give." Feeling the soft buzz of your phone, you blew a soft raspberry and turned it on. Seeing a new list of dying mortals fill your notifications, you scrolled through it with a bitter frown and pocketed your phone - you weren't finished last night's paperwork, either.