Okay, the last preview was at
my fic journal, but I decided to be extra evil and share another little preview to it. See if I can't raise any extra interest.
He knew death. Knew it its many, often bloody forms. He'd seen it as a child on the streets, he'd seen it at the Maxwell Church, and he'd seen it during the wars. She may not have had a mark on her, but she was dead all the same. There wasn't even enough life left in her for Shinigami to bring her back.