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"OK, first clue: I can either give life, or take it with one touch...." I being with a michevious glint in my eyes, "Second clue: I collect souls.... Third, and final, clue: I play an important role in the lives of all living beings.... " I finish ominously.
"Oh! Oh! Oh! I know this... Are you the Grim Reaper?!" Steven asked, while wriggling like an excited puppy on the couch.
I nodded. "Yay!! "He exclaimed, throughing his fists in the air. I giggled quietly at his response.
"Oh. The Angle Of Death or Angelus Mortis.... "Pearl said deep in thought.
"Funny, you know Latin? My scythe is named Messorem or Reaper in Latin..." I replied, drawing my scythe from my gem and twirling it in my hands.
"Yeah! Pearl is really smart! She knows a bunch of stuff! "Steven said still bouncing on the couch.
"I don't doubt that she is. "I smirked, 'among other things...' I thought. Pearl blushed a light teal at my comment, but said nothing.
"Wait! Jet, you have to answer our questions now!" Steven said jumping up from the couch.
"Indeed. Ask away. " I said, tearing my eyes from Pearl and returning to my original position in front of them while dismissing my scythe.
"OK... How did you get to Earth?" Steven asked after thinking for a moment. ' Of course that's the first thing he asks ' I thought.
I sighed quietly.
" You don't have to answer if you don't want to! " Pearl said quickly, as if noticing my reluctance.
"No, no it's fine. We made a deal... "I said then summened the painful hologram that depicted my arrival on the planet called Earth.