Book Five: Chapter 175

The man burst into maniacal laughter as Beth ran back toward the house. She didn’t understand how or why, but Neferisfet was now some sort of super priest. She was nearly at the door when Death burst out, his cloak flapping dramatically behind him.

“Marchioness Bethany!” The Grim Reaper threw himself through the air and passed through her, freezing the blood in her veins. There was a blast of golden light, followed by the smell of dust.

“Oh, God, Death!” She spun around and saw that Death stood naked behind her, his robes obliterated by the angel’s beam. His stark white bones were marred with scorch marks.

“I see you’re still going to be a problem.” Murray sneered as his body levitated into the air. “I honestly thought that the angel would be strong enough.”

“Unlike my siblings, I am not just an idea.” Death twirled his scythe dramatically, and the floating ashes in the air formed around him and transformed into his cloak. “I am the fate that awaits all being