Re: [B&B: Nish & Atticus & Aiden]
The little town didn’t cease to surprise Aiden and it definitely wasn’t easy to do so. In his centuries of deadly duty he had seen quite a bit, enough to fill lifetimes. But here, in the quaint little town, seemingly so ordinary, so dull and dusty, a community of curious creatures lived fence to fence, white, picket, lemonade lives. Weird demons, now the seer who could briefly breathe life into spirits and had a beast in his chest, but also the woman, who didn’t seem quite so cookie cutter upon closer inspection. It had been the ghostly shell of her former lover following her around, attached and bound to her, that had distracted Aiden enough so far, to not notice the distinctive second aura surrounding her. A second soul, possibly? He had seen it in mental patients before, schizophrenics, but never quite this clear and distinctive. He would have taken a step closer, or possibly closed the distance all the way, but then remembered her spook attachment and his obvious dislike of reapers.
Which brought him to the answer of the question, as to how he could help. “I’m a reaper. We collect souls and send them over.” He left the destination open. They didn’t all go to the same place after all.
Someone obviously had fucked up with James. Though, from the way he looked to all eyes now, battered and bleeding, it had been quite the traumatic death. Those weren’t always the most easy to handle, even for the most experienced reaper. One lost soul, the supervisor probably hadn’t even bat an eye, corporate didn’t care much about the small things anymore. Draconian times long gone. As long as the overall numbers were good, the unnatural loss of a couple of souls didn’t amount to much.