- Grim Reaper Dispatch
- A rumble in London
- The red that stains all it touches
This story begins at death.
Towser died from self-inflicted exsanguination. She lay on her back facing up at the warping ceiling before all went cold around her all while soaking in her own blood. Towser's head lulled to the side and her mouth gargled, her eyes shutting at the sight of her flowers with no one to water them.
Towser knew nothing of an afterlife, or heaven nor hell. She wanted to be met with nothing, but instead, she stirred in purgatory where the reapers resided.
Here, she wasn't a human, but rather an omen of death in training along with her peers. Her extremely dull peers.
Towser complied with most rules apart from the uniform dress code, she wouldn't be caught dead wearing a plain suit. Instead she chose to reap with elegance, Towser believed that much like herself, people should at least see something beautiful and god-like before they die, and Towser would fill that role.
Towser found that being a grim reaper came with abilities that surpass human comprehension, she utilised this to prove herself to be much more than human. Towser enjoyed seeing the look on people's faces as she'd tell them of their impending death. The best of which were those who dismissed her just to meet their death soon after. She cut metal pipes in two with her scythe, moved with remarkable speed and sparred demons.
Towser was careful to remain within regulation, hearing stories of Grell's time in suspention had given Towser the deterrence she needed to keep in line.
Despite living under the rule of other reapers, Towser developed a god complex. She found joy in overtime work just to be with humans more, Towser found them endlessly entertaining. As the years pass, Towser began to forget what true humanity was, it had been so long since her heart was beating.
