My Scythe-Wielding Husband

A roaring, rumbling sound followed. It was deafening to the ears, but one man sp

at was his family—his wife and daughter—probably sitting cozily inside t

The plan was to ditch what work he had left of the customized dog house and run as fast

nd waiting for him at the entrance of the

at that covered his body. The collar of the coat stood stiff, framing

visitor wanted, but he couldn't possibly give it. He couldn't when so m

cided for an alternative p

the many blade wounds inflicted o

lls he knew best, but even with those,

mething

deliver the final blow to Jacob. By this time, the rain had cea

ob couldn't believe his eyes when in a second, another man appeared from the ripple dressed in al

is waist. It seemed it was the only color he had other than black. But then

ut to Jacob, entirely deadly, the s

nd came by as

econd and then crashed into the tool shed. The cracking of bones and a blood-curdling scr

h authority. He ignored Jacob and went to the one named Halpas—

he heavy blood loss. He knew he'd die soon but not now. He couldn't pass this opportunity. He nee

luded me these past few decades?" the scythe-wie

the corner of his mouth. He was no weak man. Heck, he even got his supernatural abilities thanks to a g

fer for a moment, or maybe, he was just a

eyes lit up. "Not, " but then he continued. Upon hea

a flood of fear started filling from deep within his gut. He wanted to use what useful limbs

who helped extend your petty little life, Halpas. I was merely testing you. You could have made it into

ned over him and he quickly clawed his

ied out in desperation. "I don't w

lding man stoo

it's alrea

brightly thereafter. He didn't hit Halpas with it but the

ythe-wielding man said as hi

own man was. He was an Angel of Death,

rim R

s. Despite this, he pushed himself to watch the next scenes as the Grim

nother distortion in space. He was ready to leave the mortal realm