Chapter 38 Death By Electricity

• Fifteen Years Ago
• “This conjurer had the craziest request before he died,” the dark blue-haired grim reaper stated as he sat on a comfy couch inside a room. His elbows perched on the headrest and his head did the same; his boots hit the top of the coffee table as he folded his legs; allowing himself to get lost on the quick but well-deserved break from a tiresome day. Yes, he was fresh from a special mission; fresh from guiding a particular soul into the Afterlife when he decided to visit the Rantzen Estate.
• Swirls of pale blue, violet, and platinum white overtook his thoughts as he closed his eyes. These colors had left a mark on him and even more so, the owner—a child who had both unsettled and intrigued him.