Chapter 232: Fuck Things Up

"If I consume souls, does that make me Death?" I ask with more than a little bit of panic and confusion. I mean, I am much more willing to kill people now than in either of my previous lives, but I didn't think that made me Death.

There was a bark of laughter as the cold voice didn't bother to contain its mirth. "Trust me, you are not Death," it reassured me, but I didn't know if it was that much of a reassurance. Not to mention, that laughter was enough to hurt my feelings.

"A reaper?" I asked tentatively. I mean, what else consumed souls if not Death or a Grim Reaper?

"Nope," it said, with a definitive pop on the 'p'. "And you can stop asking. I will not be answering you one way or another. You need to learn and remember, otherwise, this journey will all be for naught."