One working day of the hardworking angel of death

One day on a rainy day

Many clouds covered the sky and turned it a dull grey. The air was humid and wet as I strolled along the crowded streets. Multi-colored umbrellas were spread out, and if you look at them, you can see the pattern everywhere. I walked slowly. Aimlessly, I looked up at the dull sky and opened my mouth to welcome the rain every now and then. Sigh, rainy days are really boring, but what can I do? No matter what day I still have to work.

I walked along a deserted path, my destination being an abandoned warehouse at the end of an alley that had been abandoned for years. Why would I go to such a dangerous-looking place on a rainy day? Heh, what a job!

The path ended. In front of us was an abandoned warehouse. The reason it was abandoned was because of corruption during the construction which resulted in the murder of the employer and the hired worker. The sound of the wind whistled made my heart tremble quite a bit. But haha, I was working. I walked straight into the path. A small place full of tall grass There was a long trail of fallen grass leading to the warehouse.

A scream carried on the wind and I sighed. My work has begun.

When I walked in, the first sight I saw made me sigh at the cruelty of a human being, a half-naked woman hanging from a rope. She was barely off the ground, her limbs held together by ropes, spread wide open, blood stains on both her calves. The marks of beating and abuse were clearly visible on my body as I walked closer.

He lifted the chin of the lifeless body and looked at its face. Tear stains running down his cheeks, his mouth cracked and swollen. Her cheeks were white with red marks, her expression showing pain, and what made me sigh heavily were her eyes that were filled with fierce rage and revenge. She still looked young. I could only be relieved of her unfortunate fate.

“Aizawa Mizuki, age 24, female, born

XX/XX/XX

dead

XX/XX/XX

Cause of death: severe blood loss around the neck...”

Hmm...I feel sorry for you. But there wasn't much I could do. I gently sewed the long wound on her neck. Not long after the wound was stitched up, I used scissors to cut the tendons that were sewn into her neck. A black figure appeared next to me. Ah, this kind of deep black. She must be very resentful.

“Good evening. Mr. Aizawa, I'm the angel of death number 1447, and I'm here to pick you up. You have the right to request it after seven days have elapsed in between. I invite you to come with me.”

Of course the soul couldn't resist me smiling at her. Try to get her to relax as much as possible. Even though the spirit couldn't resist, it was quite difficult to move a spirit that was full of negative things like this. She seemed to relax. I put my hand in the air A wooden door engraved with a Higanbana pattern slowly appeared. Open it and let the spirit walk in.

I watched her disappear into the door with a sigh and walked out of the abandoned warehouse onto the main street filled with people again.

I continued walking as before, the rain still falling down. It looks like it will definitely continue raining like this until nightfall. Singing along to the path, hands crossed behind one's back, he walked along the path until he crashed into something in front of him...wait? A crash? I looked down at what I had hit, completely amazed.

“It hurts.”

The little girl's small voice rang out. She raised her face and used her black eyes glistening with tears to look up, using one hand to gently wipe away the tears. The other hand holds her chest smoothly. Hmmmm, this is the loli girl's moe position. Just a little!

“Ah, I'm sorry.”

I gave her a smile. She crouched down and looked fondly at her as a really lovely girl. The light pink dress with pretty lace was soaked through, white waterproof shoes, and the umbrella in hand was unopened.

“Little girl, why don't you open your umbrella?”

I asked, and she stopped to wipe away her tears. Her little hand slowly Unlock the umbrella and unfold it. The small umbrella fluttered. One corner of it came loose from the wire, and I nodded in acknowledgment. Her umbrella was broken. I shook my head slightly. It still worked, but for a child. It would definitely look broken to the point of being unusable.

“How do I fix it?”

I think the little girl was smiling brightly, contrasting with the somber atmosphere. I took the umbrella from her and moved closer to the little girl so that she was under my umbrella. One hand pulled the corner of the umbrella, the other hand hooked the corner into the umbrella wire. Done! I handed her the repaired umbrella and a bright smile spread across her face, looking really cute.

“Wow, thank you, brother.”

I smiled back at her. Ah, the child's smile is so bright. It's such a pity that this little smile won't be able to shine on that cute face for long. Ah, my work is so hard.

“See you later, brother.”

The little boy waved goodbye and cheerfully spun the flower-patterned umbrella. We will definitely meet again, little girl.

...on the day she died...

On a rainy day like this My work still continues.

“Wow, really busy.”

Stroll along the path that is crowded with people humming along with the rainy atmosphere as they go about their work without stopping.

The rainy day of the angel of death/end