Capítulo 25: Chapter 25: The Pitiful Grim Reaper (Part 3)
He can help me find the one I am looking for. Though, he and my target look so similar. I should contact Sir Amon.
"My Lord, I was looking for a certain ghost and mistook you for him. I hope you can help me find the said target."
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Oh, a ghost. Isn't that what I am? But he said that I am a 'Lord.' Wonder what that means. Hmm. I know! It must be because of the powers I was given. He clearly seems to know a lot about this so if I help him surely he will reveal who I am along the way. Then again I could just ask him...
No, I must maintain my image!
And my image demands that I be a kind person so, of course, I will help.
"I would be delighted to help you in this quest of yours. How about you describe this ghost to me so that I know what to look for?"
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He agreed! Usually, when I look for my friends for help, they would look at me like I had grown a second head(which is not as rare as one might think).
Mistress would be even worse. When I was passing by the throne room, I once saw several of my people helping her reconstruct her throne(she gets tired of the same design every millennium or so). When one of them respectfully asked her to pass over a certain tool, the latter subjected him to 100 lashes of the Soul Tormenting Whip. It was done in public where everyone would see the consequences of the sin he committed. His cries echoed for days in our nonexisting ears. That was the day I learn that the concept of helping was a forbidden one (asking Mistress Death for help was even more preposterous). Along with hugs, it simply did not exist in the culture of the Underworld.
But this person barely hesitated before agreeing. My nonexistent heart was filled with gratitude. I almost feel bad for reporting him to Sir Amon.
And so I start describing...
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