Be Careful What You Wish For: A Zombie Apocalypse
Chapter 174: Are You Still Willing?

Chapter 174: Are You Still Willing?

Pride stared at the Angel of Death, not willing to break eye contact with the divine being just in case he tried something.

Tank, more than a little bored of the whole standoff, had gone back to trying to figure out how to get inside the compound, while Chang Xuefeng fought hard not to laugh. Had demons always been this interesting?

"Why are you here, Angel?" sighed Pride finally. His stupid meat sack’s eyes were starting to water from being open for so long and now it looked like he was about to cry. Instead of going that far, Pride simply conceded that being an angel meant that the other man didn’t have the same responses as a human would.

"None of your business, demon," sighed Chang Xuefeng, bored from having to answer the same question over and over again.

"You would think that all the angels would have been called back when the world came to an end. I guess you aren’t a favorite if the rest of the angels were willing to leave you down here to suffer with the rest of us," smirked Pride, hoping to get a strike in.

Letting out another sigh, Chang Xuefeng pinched the bridge of his nose. "There are at least 50 angels currently on Earth, including my brother, Israfil. But all that is besides the point given the fact that I am not an angel."

Pride blinked a few times as he tired to understand what Chang Xuefeng had said. He prided himself on being the most intelligent of all his brothers, so to feel so stupid in front of this male was driving him into a rage.

"You aren’t an angel?" he asked after a moment.

"Nope," replied Chang Xuefeng, not bothering to hide his smile as he added an extra emphasis on the ’p’.

"But you are the Angel of Death, right?" pressed Pride. Since when was an angel not an angel. "And your brother is the archangel who blows the trumpet to signal Judgement Day... right?"

"I say brother," sighed Chang Xuefeng, "simply because he is the only angel I can stand for more than a few minutes. But technically, since I am THE Grim Reaper, I am an impartial being who doesn’t belong to Heaven or Hell."

"So, you’re Death?" asked Tank, returning to the conversation.

"Nope, that would be someone else entirely. He and his brothers are currently playing house with Hades in Country K, or she is still chasing after War, or something along those lines. I have no idea," shrugged Chang Xuefeng, not even wanting to know what was going on there.

Fuck, that was just a whole other kettle of fish that he wasn’t touching with a ten foot pole.

"Death has the power of death... he can kill whoever he wants, whenever he wants, whether they want it or not. I am the Angel of Death. I reap the souls of humans who are dead so that they aren’t trapped in this realm and then bring them to purgatory to be judged one way or another. We are completely different."

"So, Death is like your boss, right?" chuckled Pride.

Chang Xuefeng cocked his head to the side as he studied the human body in front of him. "Dante Leone, boss of Country M’s underworld and considered to be the ’boss of bosses’. Twenty-eight years old this year, has been reborn 897 times, but only remembers his last life. Mother is—"

"Okay," snapped Dante, taking back the body. While he might have been somewhat intimidated at the idea that the Grim Reaper was in front of him, there was certain lines that he refused to let any cross... and his family was one of them. "We get the idea."

"Do you?" mused Chang Xuefeng, his face going blank. "Because the second your body dies, Pride is sent back to Hell and your soul goes back for a chance to be reborn again. May I suggest killing yourself and putting us all out of our misery?"

’Is he right?’ asked Dante, more than a little concerned.

’More no than yes, but he isn’t completely wrong. If you die unexpectantly, then I will be forced to return to Hell. However, if I jump ship before you take your last breath, then I can stay on Earth.’ Pride wasn’t too worried that Dante was going to off himself anytime soon.

His meat sack had goals that he hadn’t met yet, and he was no more willing to die than Pride was.

’And the Angel of Death can’t kill me?’ pressed Dante. He needed all the information that he could get when it came to dealing with angels and demons, and nothing was what it seemed.

He had gone from being the most powerful man in his own pond to an insignificant minnow in a vast ocean. If Dante wanted to become a shark, then there was only one way to make sure that happened.

’How do we kill the Grim Reaper?’

Pride tipped back his head and let out a loud laugh at his meat sack’s question. The last man he had taken over didn’t have this man’s courage or determination, and history called him Alexander the Great.

’I am sure that there is a way,’ chuckled Pride. A demon dagger was probably the only thing that could take out an angel or a demon... so it should work...

But there was a slight problem with that plan.

’Can you smell him?’ asked Pride, cocking his head to the side.

’Not really,’ replied Dante, not willing to take a sniff at another male, no matter the reason. ’Why?’

’There is a scent on him... a warm, apple cinnamon with a hit of smoke scent on him. It makes me want to touch the fucker just to get closer to that scent.’

’Okay?’ replied Dante, not sure where this was going.

’That is Hattie’s unique scent. Only she smells like that out of all the billions of people in the world. That means that the Angel of Death has had our Angel rubbing herself all over him for such a long time that part of her essence is buried under his skin.’

’I still don’t understand,’ growled Dante, not liking to be left in the dark when it came to anything.

’He belongs to Hattie in a way that you and I don’t, yet. If we kill him, we could end up hurting her. Are you still willing to try and kill him?’

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