Soul Reaper
Smyth, D. B. I don't save lives, I take them. Maybe tomorrow someone will take mine. Not likely, but one can hope.
Isolation.
Carnage.
Sanity wrung from the soul like water from a wet cloth.
Keres never expected this would be her life when she vowed to be an Angel of Death over a thousand years ago. All she wanted was the power to avenge her murdered family, now all she has is violence and death: slaughtering souls for God's will and purpose.
When her ...