Daughter of Death

26. Souls and Sparring

Chapter Summary: You see your soul for the first time and you fight with Edge!
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You knew neglecting paperwork was going to bite you in the ass. A week's worth of paperwork was beginning to pile up - a week since the carnival/fair? With Edge and Red, a week since Red seamlessly finding you on the job - a week worth.

You were growing annoyed, sitting at the attic in front of your desk, stamping pages, writing notes, and the soul's course in life. It was a bother and you wondered how the male population of Reapers managed to do it in mark time. Maybe you should apologize for all those incidents - for reaping souls and giving them the reports - only to work endless hours upon hours trying to catch up with you and your fast and swift pace.

Lightly nibbling on a quill, you scowled at the stacks of paper.

With a deep sigh, you tied your hair out of your face and began working. Evaluating and signing each paper with the necessary (and completely unnecessary) information needed for each soul you've reaped.

Halfway through, it was nearing two o'clock in the afternoon. Stretching your hands over your head, you sighed happily at the few relaxing pops of your spine before standing up, stumbling lightly at the sudden heaviness. After steadying yourself, you left the attic. Ignoring the flickering candle flame as it went off.

Pushing the door closed, you trailed towards the study, a makeshift desk pushed by the window with a lamp on top of it, you picked up a book about modern times and the classic 'how to blend in', 'how to mask your magic', and 'to stay under the radar of mythicals' all covering several chapters.

Biting your lip, you leaned against the armchair pushed into one corner of the room and began to read silently, finding the cracked window relaxing despite the shouting match outside - you furrowed your eyebrows.

You knew those voices.

Looking at the page you were one, you sighed deeply and closed it. Standing up and looking out the window, you leaned against the frame and watched as Red and Edge shouted at one another. Both looking as if they were about to attack - But obviously it looked like both brothers were holding back, choosing to attack each other with spiteful words instead of actual weapons.

Glancing to your right, you huffed. You never really did go to their place for Edge's 'training'. Whatever he meant by it, he probably thought you admitted defeat.

Bristling at the thought, you quickly went to your room to change into work out gear - or what you thought it was - a simple white tank top and volleyball shorts the salesman sold you.

Throwing a sweater to book the look, you shoved your phone, the letter, and keys into the pockets before leaving the house, you eyes trained on the huffing skeletons in front of the first house - Red saw you first, scowled deeply and disappeared in a puff of red smoke.

Edge looked appalled at this, turning around to storm after wherever Red disappeared too - but at the corner of his socket, he saw you and froze.

"DON'T YOU HAVE NO SHAME!?" He shouted - screeched with his hand flying to cover his teeth. He scowled hidden from underneath and averted his eye lights from you.

"I have shorts on." You deadpan, lifting the sweater to show the volleyball shorts hidden underneath and crossed your arms. Your eyebrow raised when he continued to avoid looking at you. "...Where did Red go?"

"LET HIM BE A BABYBONES." Edge huffed, crossing his arms over his chest and snarled at the first house. He turned his head to you, his glare intensifying. "AND WHAT OF YOU. FINALLY DECIDED TO NOT COWER AWAY?"