Story Stopper

Part IX: Dead to the world

"What is the point?" Said Deviel looking at me indignantly through the gaseous cloud of the great vortex.

"How am I to truly know if I never worry about the consequence of death?" I told her.

"...but if you are to hit the reset button and to truly live a human life, what happens if you meet true death as a human? What happens if this personality... no! Who you truly are, doesn't come back?"

"Then we will test god, his angels and his grand plan on whether this was truly meant to be my position or not."

"Why must you do it though? Are you so egotistical that you can not be content with merely seeing death at work every day on the lives of these humans whose souls seem to be constantly in the mortal draft?"

"I am immortal so I will never know, would I?"

"And what is any one of us supposed to do without you? You are the angel whilst we are mere pawns as reapers."

"This is why, while I am gone, you will be the Grim. You are more than well trained enough and you are more than qualified to run this department and if it so happens that at the end of this, I am dead to the world, I trust you will know what to do."

"This is foolish and I will never submit," she said; but by that time, I was already gone. I was waking up as a human and seeing the world through the eyes of a baby. 

My human eyes still knew I was the Grim but after two instances or two years in human time, I had learned to talk and had become someone new. I no longer remembered Dolphiel but only Michael who is the man my parents raised into a fine young man.