Book Seven: Chapter 75

“I also want you all to be aware of this guy.” Laurel moved to the front of the room where an image of Death was being projected. The Grim Reaper appeared as an eerie mist, his skull like a floating mask. “He claims that he is a physical manifestation of Death, but I have my doubts. We’ve had people from our psych team analyze his interactions with staff here, and their evaluations range wildly. Maybe he’s a harmless specter with delusions of grandeur, or perhaps he’s a psychopathic spirit who can rip off your face.”

“He’s Death,” Cyrus said from the back of the room. Men turned around to look at him. “Take it from an old soldier. You recognize it when you see it.”

Laurel snorted. “You’ll have to forgive Master Cyrus. He’s actually been having tea parties with this particular entity.”

Somebody actually laughed, which earned the man an elbow in the ribs. Cyrus shrugged nonchalantly. “I just figured I would weigh in, is all,” he offered.

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