"Wait. Wait. Hold up. So you're trying to tell me that you are a magical being called a Reaper.. you belong to this Soul Council and you are in charge of reaping.. souls?!" Jason gave the man in front of him a befuddled look .

C-Crazy! This was like the craziest revelation he had ever heard in his whole life!

This lax looking unassuming man who claimed to be a doctor was actually a Grim Reaper?! did hell freeze over or what?! where was his friggin skull face? his giant scythe?!

Fine, forget all those costumes, weren't Grim Reapers supposed to be tall? like really tall?

"S-So, does that mean Death..is real?"

"Yup"

"And don't ask me if he's my boss because my reply would be no" Dr. Damian added before Jason could move his lips.

"Many of the popular media thinks that the Grim Reapers are the envoys of death or something like that. Unfortunately they are wrong in that aspect. Kid, the Mystical World isn't what you think it is so I advise you discard any and all sort of knowledge you think you know about it" Dr. Damian chuckled.

"Now for my question, how the hell do you have the energy signature of a Kincie if you are not a member of the Soul Council?" the expression of Dr. Damian became serious as he questioned Jason sharply.

"What the hell is a Kincie? now you are not making sense" Jason furrowed his brows.

"You can't even sense your energy signature? and I can tell that you are not pretending to play a fool " Dr. Damian stroked his beardless chin as he scrutinized Jason sternly.

"Forget it. Back to business.. where did you place the corpses of the two friends you mentioned?"

Jason's expression lit up with delight.

"You are going to help me?"

"Yup"

"What's the catch?"

Dr. Damian furrowed his left brow in confusion.

"Excuse me?"

"You said you can help me bring my friends back from the dead. There's no way you are going to help me from the goodness of your heart so why don't we skip past the formalities and tell me what you really want.." Jason replied in a serious tone.

"What kind of childhood did you endure child? you don't believe someone can help someone without asking for anything in return?" Dr. Damian chuckled as his eyes twinkled in amusement.

"Hmpfh. Life is all about mutual exchange and reciprocal. Quit wasting time and tell me your angle " Jason tilted his head around impatiently..

"You are very smart for your current age. Fine, I am very curious as at how you have the signature of the Kincies even though you are a Terra Being" Dr. Damian raised his hand up as if surrendering in defeat.

"Just that?" Jason observed him suspiciously.

How could his intentions be so simple?!

"Who do you think I am? life is boring for a retiree like me. However with an oddity like you then perhaps things might begin to get interesting" Dr. Damian chuckled heartily..

"Hmpfh. He seems sincere. Plus, I am not even any position to haggle terms.." Jason concluded inwardly.

If the other party was a Grim Reaper like he claimed he was, wouldn't he be able to reap his soul if he annoyed him any further?

Just thinking of this possibility caused cold beads of sweat to roll down his back.

"Ah. That's not how we Soul Reapers operate. It is forbidden to attack souls in a living terra body" Dr. Damian's statement caused Jason's whole body to shiver in shock.

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"Y-you!" his lips trembled as his pupils constricted in horror.

"Well don't look surprised. I just used Tensei Genkai number fifteen on you.. " Dr. Damian grinned almost seemingly looking harmless..

However how could he fool Jason? the bastard was obviously enjoying this!

"Tensei Genkai number fifteen? what the hell is that? does it allow you to read minds? damn, I never knew Grim Reapers had such a cool ability"

"Tensei Genkai.. that's something that only members of the Soul Council are privy about. Even if I am on retirement, I just can't go around spilling their secrets.." a curved grin appeared on Dr. Damian's corner lips as he continued

"However I --"

However Jason was quick to interrupt.

"Oh wait, I just remembered something.. I don't care "

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A red Chevrolet pulled over in front of an abandoned looking Warehouse as a feminine figure stepped out. Sporting red knee length boot like heels, a red cocktail dress with a brown wolf fur coat drapped over, Andrea removed her stylish shades before glancing at the Rolex watch wrapped around her wrist.

"This must be the location.." she mused as she catwalked towards the warehouse.

"You are early " a voice echoed as soon as Andrea got into the warehouse..

Casting her eyes around the interior of the warehouse with wooden crates arranged in a systematic manner, Andrea's eyes fell on the only person present with her

"And you are punctual.. if that's the correct word?" Andrea replied.

"Did you bring it?" the other individual finally stood up from their previous sitting position.

They were clad in a black cloak that concealed their body shape and outline. However from the sound of the voice, it was a female.

"I wasn't expecting.. a mere messenger. Where is the Sorcerer Supreme! if she's not here that means the boy isn't as important as she made him to be.." Andrea commented sarcastically.

"The Sorcerer Supreme is currently busy with other matters. However to deal with someone like you, a mere messenger would be enough "

"Deal with me?" Andrea's lips widened like saucers as she faked a gasp of shock and surprise.

"I thought this was going to be a mutual exchange. A trade. You give me what I want and I give you what you want.."

"Hmpfh. Quit stalling. Why did you think I chose this place of all places?" the cloak wearing figure suddenly sneered..

"Let me guess.. you cloaked the entire Warehouse in an Isolation Field.. any kind of tracking spell will paas through the field like plain paper. In this warehouse, you no longer exist in the sensory sense so you best give that to me and perhaps I would grant you a swift and painless death.." the tone of the cloaked figure completely lacked any casualness. It was obvious that she meant every word she said.

However, Andrea remained calm in the face of these threats.

"Can't we just get on with the trade like two civilized people? why must we have to fight and spill blood?" Andrea sighed in a helpless tone.

However, the other party remained silent. Although she was wearing a Cloak, Andrea could swear at that moment that the other party was staring at her coldly.

"Fine. Since I am going to die, then just tell me what's so important about that boy? first, we were instructed to be on the lookout for the mark he bears and try to collect as much blood from him as we can. However, I ended up being attacked by a powerful Xper and only managed to escape with my life by only a hair's breadth. And now you want to silence me by killing me? I met two unfortunate mishaps while being in the dark. Isn't it unfair that I am going to die without even knowing the reason why?"

"You can die knowing that you were able to be of use to the Sorcerer Supreme!" two indigo sheens exploded from within the cloak of the other party as she whipped out a wand.

"Eallub Eardyh!"

Following this chant, the wand of the cloaked individual began releasing a brilliant indigo glow as she pointed its tip towards Andrea.

Boom!

A green colored slimy like liquid property shot out, converging into the shape of a single soccer ball sized orb that shot towards Andrea. The speed of the projectiled attack was so quick that in tht blink of an eye, it arrived right in front of Andrea, melting past the left half of her body before melting a wide crater on the wall behind her.

Hiss. Hiss.

The sound of hot steam hissing rang out as Andrea whose left half of her body was already melted off collapsed on the floor with her only knee. However the cloaked individual didn't appear delighted.

"Bitch!"

"Hehehehe" Andrea burst into a mocking fit of laughter, seemingly ignoring her current condition.

"I was going to meet up with an all powerful Sorcerer Supreme.. did you really think a small timer like me wouldn't prepare counter measures Incase our arrangement went.. south?" Andrea sneered.

"Where is your true body?" the cloaked individual demanded sharply.

"At my favorite childhood park. Idiot, like I am going to tell you.." Andrea scoffed.. .

"You do know the implications of your actions? your Coven is going to suffer for your crimes.. the Sorcerer Supreme--"

"What about her?" Andrea cut in with a snigger..

"The Sorcerer Supreme isn't without enemies . If I chose my patron wisely, I will be able to survive whatever wrath the Sorcerer Supreme will unleash.. after all the price will just be a couple blood. I might even reveal the identity of the blood bank if the offer is tempting enough "

"You wouldn't dare!" this time, the voice of the cloaked individual was exhibiting panic .

"So long b*tch. This fake body of mine cost a lot so ready yourself cause I always collect my debts!" dropping these words, Andrea's 'body' cracked like a broken glass, crumbling into thousands of golden colored powdery particles that dispersed gradually into the wind .

The whole Warehouse fell into silence. After an unknown amount of time passed, this silence was eventually broken by a single sentence.

"I'm in deep shit!"