Angol
Your dead are our business.
Got a loved one who's passed? Want to ask your dead aunt where she hid that elusive will? Head over to Necro city and look no further than Soul Savers Inc.
One day the world was normal, and the next, it was filled with ghosts. And then the reapers came. Blood-sucking hot dudes with wings and wicked scythes. They took control, and now we have a system.
Now we have Necro city, the hub of all things untethered.
As a soul relocation agent, it's my job to rehouse the dead until the reapers come to collect, but with so few of those dudes about, the wait isn't pretty. Thank goodness for decent coffee, frosted donuts, and a pending promotion.
Things are looking good until they're not.
One bar fight and a dead reaper later, I'm left holding the scythe.
Not just any scythe, but a scythe belonging to one of Lilith's four favored sons—the most powerful reapers in the world.
For some reason, it's chosen me.
Now, three very large, very pissed off reapers are on my case.
It looks like that promotion is going to have to wait.
