Until Death brings us together

Purgatorium

Chapter I

It was a typical night, in a room divided into black and white. The furniture and its design were quite gothic and macabre with skulls and skeletons adorning the walls. However, in the middle of that monochromatic room laid a speck of color. A young woman with the appearance of 18 years old, even though centuries have passed since her 18th birthday. Blood red locks displayed around her as if she had a halo. Skin pale as if she was dead, though that would be impossible for someone that was death itself.

She was sleeping soundly in her black satin nightgown, with a black Persian at her feet, joining her in her slumber.

All of a sudden, a telephone in the shape of a Mexican skull ringed on her bedside table, making her whine.

Her cat hissed at the sound and purple iris peaked out of the black and white blanket. "Shut uppppp..." She lifted a pale hand from her blankets and took a wooden mace from a drawer, smashing the telephone in one go.

"Ahhhhh...much better." A mischievous smile peeked out from the covers and she turned to the other side with the cat joining her once more, next to her chest.

Sighing softly once more, a knock on the door wakes her up again: "Go away..." A meek voice comes from behind the dark mahogany door: "Milady...it- it's important. Master Death is calling for you."

The sleepy girl throws a knife at the door and says: "Screw him... Let me sleep."

The meek maid squeals at the knife and bows: "Y-yes mistress, have a good rest!"

The maid leaves and she turns once more to sleep until a big screen appears on the side of her bed. A man with a skull mask and with a long black mantle, sat on a throne calls her out: "WAKE UP, YOU BRAT! TAKE YOUR LAZY ASS FROM BED!"

The crimson-haired girl sits up abruptly and looks around with semi-closed eyes. Her cat hisses and jumps at her owner, that holds her.

With a hand, she yawns cutely as she tries to slide her nightgown strap to cover herself.

"There, there Choker. It's just some douchebag trying to cause trouble at 2 am." A irk mark appears in his forehead and he approached the screen dangerously: "YOU LIVE IN MY HOUSE, SO YOU'LL RESPECT ME! NOW, MOVE YOUR ASS AND COME TO MY OFFICE!"

The nightgown clad woman rolled her eyes and stood up with her hands on her waist: "No, thanks. I think I'm going to sleep because I spent 48 FUCKING HOURS WORKING MY ASS OFF, FOR NOTHING!"

The men slouched back into his throne and it seemed like a smirk formed on his mask: "Fine, go to sleep. I guess your sweet little brother will have to die in the apocalypse, then."

As these words left his mouth, her eyes opened widely, and she trembled: "...What? What have you done to him, you bastard?!"

He joined his hands and chuckled darkly: "Me? Nothing but you see, the Fates predicted that the Apocalypse will come to Earth in one year. If someone doesn't find the key to Hell and destroys it, Earth will be no more. Sadly, your little brother is working there to keep some angels in line as they earn their way back to Heaven. Now, what will you do, Bralette?"

The scared girl, called Bralette looks determinedly at the screen, closes her fist and her eyes turn red: "You already know the answer to that, father..."

He says: "Good..." And turns off the screen with a smirk.

The cat meows at her owner in concern and the girl smiles sadly at the feline: "I'm okay Choker. I guess we'll go on vacation to the Mortal plane. It's been a while since we rested."

The girl sighed and went to pack her things. With her black manicured nails, she opened her wardrobe's door. She removed her nightgown and dressed her lacy black Bralette hence her name and her black panties. Sliding some fishnet stockings, she zipped her leather spaghetti strapped dress, which accentuated her attributes and her chest. After tying the laces of her combat boots, she sat in her vanity and did her makeup as she always did, cute but dark at the same time.

Then to finish her look she brushed her carmesin locks and sprayed her favorite perfume 'Femme Fatale' straight from her birthplace, France.

As she checked for her jewelry, she gave a last tired smile and got hold of a picture frame she had in her vanity. There were three people in it, a white-haired woman with a bob cut dressed in a beautiful white v-cut dress and a white boa; a pale blue-haired boy with the brightest smile she had ever seen and hugging the young boy of seemingly 6 years old was a younger her with shorter hair and a red summer dress. She was the most different among the three. While they had sky blue eyes, hers were purple, proof of her mixed blood and her parents' biggest mistake: her existence.

Grasping the picture tightly in her hands she kissed it: "I miss you Mama, little bro."

She placed the picture back and headed for the door with her ebony trolley, the cat slept on top of it and Bralette closed the door behind her.

She walked down the grey hallway and walked to her father, their maids, and butlers. As she walked further, she kept her face neutral. Showing feelings in Purgatorium was dangerous for a reaper. They use it against you. A lesson she had learned the hard way...

As she stood in front of them, the man recedes the mask which covers now only half of his face, showing the long red mane Bra had inherited from him. (As if it wasn't bad enough, I had to look exactly like this dick, oh my souls!)

Sharp glowing crimson eyes glare at her and in an attempt of a fake smile he opens his arms widely: "Don't forget to hug your daddy goodbye, sweetheart."- he says in a fake sweet tone. Bra glares into his eyes and smirks: "Oh please, keep those pet names for your whores, father."

His eyes turned slits and the smile sour: "Why, you little bitch!"- as he tried to catch her, she summoned a portal on the ground in front of her and jumped with her things: "Au revoir, connard."

Falling down the portal she finally sees a white room with 4 doors, each one different. She falls effortlessly like she did that many times and walked towards the middle. The door behind her belonged to her realm: Purgatorium, the reapers plane. The keepers of balance in the universe. The doors were larger than a building and were white on one side and black on the other. Bones made the frame, while a scythe made the knob.

On her left stood black and red doors, with gleaming flames and souls as their frame. The knob was a trident. Bra scoffed in disgust at who lived there. That was the door to Hell, the demon realm. And how Bra hated them. (Those bastards keep trying to steal our souls! We need them to make sure they can be judged fairly!)

Shaking her head, she looked at her right in nostalgia. On her right, stood a golden gate with vines growing around it. Once it had been open to her, but now it had thick dark chains that only she couldn't remove. Keeping her out and unable to visit the people most important to her. That door leads to Heaven, where angels and archangels roam free.

The chains had been a present of her father dearest, which liked to torture her whenever he had the chance. From the moment she was born, he tried to avoid her presence as much as possible. She had had a happy family once when she lived with her mother and half-brother. Sadly, her reaper traits appeared, and she couldn't live with them anymore.

Still, she visited them whenever she could, until her sweet father found out and barred the doors only to her. She hadn't seen her family in centuries. Having her loved ones taken from her and knowing that the only remaining family member left, despised her and spent more time with his many lovers than with his daughter had broken her and pushed her to try to become someone her father would be proud of.

However, that day never came, not even when she became his First Scythe, which was the highest rank a reaper could have besides being well…Death. Eventually, she stopped trying and became lazy. His father didn't destroy her because she was his strongest reaper. Both knew that and this was how their relationship worked. Spewing insults back and forth, hoping one day she could snap his neck for what he had made her gone through.

Bra looked away from the door and walked towards the door in the middle. The door was the simplest among the 4. It was made of mahogany and it had the name Gaia carved in it. A name lost to mortals but not to reapers that remembered everything.

She grasped the iron doorknob and opened it: "Well, Earth here I go!"

Bra jumped into it and ran across a white hallway, ending in a blue sky.

As she saw the exit, she started walking slower until she finally got out in the middle of an alley.

She looked around and noticed the precarious and dodgy neighborhood, around her. "Wait, this is Daten City? The Daten City where there are more crime and death rates in the world?!"

Looking up she saw a big billboard saying, 'Welcome to Daten City, the city of sin!'

She gulped and facepalmed: "Well shit, there goes my vacation."

Quickly she composed herself and threw her luggage into her interdimensional storage.

The cat meowed and gazed at her owner: "I'll see you later Choker. Meet you in a few." The feline meowed once more and jump into the portal, Bra had made for her.

Cracking her knuckles and stretching herself, she jumped to the top of an apartment, so she could track her sibling.

Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes and took a large black book that descended from her portal storage. She bit her finger and made a drop of her blood fall on the book, making it open right away

Her death book didn't keep only people's death date, it also kept their location and date of birth. It kept everyone's record, be it human or supernatural being.

Her brother's location surely would be there. Skimming through the ancient pages she searched for the letter T.

Until she saw it: Lively Tie, her half little brother. When she read it, she sighed in happiness at seeing him once more. She wondered how much he had grown. Last time she saw him he looked chronologically 8.

She couldn't wait. Closing the book and making it vanish in black flames, she jumped from building to building towards his location, always making sure she was invisible to humans. "Daten City High... I'm almost there, Tie."

While she was jumping, she saw humans in their daily lives. How she wished she could have a different life. With no responsibilities.

Then she stopped and descended to the main Street. Turning visible once more. As she walked she noticed the lecherous gazes of men and women upon herself. (Humans and their hormones...Well can't say I blame them.)- she smirked and flipped her hair over her shoulder, making the surrounding people squeal.

She strode towards the high school where her brother and his charges were. Oh, Highschool...Good times. Bra remembered how much of a delinquent she was, or as she liked to call it: Her men-hating period.

(Ohh those were the days. Where I whipped them into form... literally.) She just loved to put people in their place, not so much anymore, except when she's pissed...which is almost every day.

The doors open abruptly, and she struts confidently down the school hallway. Students stop in their tracks and her appearance causes a racket. Wolf-whistles and squeals are thrown at her until she stops in front of the principal's office. (Maybe I should enroll myself. It would be the best way to be close to him.)

She knocks at the door and a high pitched voice: "Come innnnnn!"

She peeks through the door and goes in: "May I?" The short round man blushed and nodded: "Ohhh please do come in!"

"Thank you."-she walks forward and sits on the chair in front of his secretary. "How may I help you?"-he asks.

"Principal, I'd like to be enrolled in this school. You see, I've just moved from France and I've been searching for a school close to home. You'd make me so happy if you could…let me in."-as she says these words, she bats her eyelashes to try to weaken his resolve.

"I'm so sorry miss, but it's midterm. Our school is almost full, it would be very…!"-as he said these words, Bra moved from the armchair towards his secretary and she sat on top of it with her legs crossed. A coy pout appeared in her lips: "Pleaseeee… sir."

Smoke comes out of his ears and a furious blush overcomes his face, as he stared at her long legs: "V-very well! I think w-we can do an exception for such an outstanding young lady. We wouldn't want your talents to go to waste."-as he said this, his hands reached for her legs, however, her pout vanished, and a wide smile appeared in its place. She bopped the man in the forehead, making him fall from his chair and she clapped in happiness: "Oh principal, you've made me so happy! Is my class with Lively Tie, by any chance?"

The principal, which was still on the floor, signaled ok to which she stood up in excitement: "YAY, then what should I do sir?"

He sat up again and brushed his hair again. He gave her some pamphlets and a time-table: "Go to classroom thirteen, Miss Trustworthy will be your teacher. She's going to start her class soon, but I'll warn her of your arrival, Ms...?"

"Deadly Bra...sir."

He nods and picks his phone: "Very well… I'll warn her."

She sits back on her chair and smirks: "Good..."

-10 min later-

The short and robust teacher enters her classroom which seems like a battlefield. Cheerleaders were gossiping among themselves, nerds were discussing their last videogame, jocks showed off their muscles while three angels and a very peculiar human stood in the back. Behind all of them in the middle, stood a pale blue-haired boy with eyes as blue as his hair. He kept his hair slicked back and dressed formally, in hues of blue. On top of his head laid a deep blue fedora. A pastel blue vest, a white shirt and an accessory that shared his name: Tie, Lively Tie. His posture exuded authority and seriosity, as he scribbled last class' notes on his notebook.

On his right was Slip, a ginger girl with her eyes covered by her bangs, dressed in a green jumpsuit, sighing sadly at the blonde angel in front of her that was flirting with a black-haired cheerleader, his clothes were as risqué as his words were. A red tight open shirt showed his fit build, with blue ripped jeans and cowboy boots. A gold chain graced his neck. While the first angel's blue eyes were serene, his were quite flirty and mischievous. This was Anarchy Speedo, the oldest of the brothers.

For least but not last at his right was his brother that only shared the same family name and eyes, because in appearance they were complete opposites. He had deep purple and pink hair in a bob cut, a black sleeveless vest, and shorts, a white shirt underneath, with a small deep blue cravat and for last blue and white striped socks which he was named after Anarchy Socks. He had his feet on top of his desk and was reading a cake magazine while he ate a strawberry pockie.

The teacher tries to calm her class down but to no avail: "Class…c-class calm down!"

Tie removes his eyes from his notebook, closes it and stands up. He gets a blue megaphone from under his desk and readies himself. The siblings and Slip cover their ears for they knew what was coming.

He took a deep breath and shouted: "BE QUIET!"

Everyone stops what they're doing and looks at him, however, he sends them a death glare that makes them sit quietly and look to their teacher.

He sits with a smirk and brushes his hair. The teacher nods in appreciation at him: "Thank you, Mr. Lively. Class, we are going to welcome a new student today. Come in, dear."

She signals at the door that opens up. Everyone stares in anticipation, even the angels and Slip.

A beautiful redhaired girl enters the room. She's wearing clothes that enhance her attributes and awes of admiration and envy fil the room.

The girl stops in front of the blackboard and writes her name in cursive letters. She turns to them and makes a little bow: "My name is Deadly Bralette, but you can call me Bra. It's a pleasure to meet you all."-Ending with a giggle and a coy smile that made her amethyst eyes glimmer.

Everyone is blushing including the angels and Slip. Slip awes in admiration: "Wow, she's so pretty!"

Speedo looked her up and down and brushes back his hair with a lustful grin: "Hot damn! There goes another one for my list!"

Socks looks up from his magazine and his face flushes slightly. For once he agreed with Geek girl and the man whore. She was beautiful.

However, Tie wasn't so happy with her arrival. His hands trembled and his eyes were open wide. His megaphone fell: "Oh shit…Bra?!"

The siblings and Slip looked at him in surprise. Tie was always so collected and to see him so distressed was concerning. Speedo turned backward and smirked: "Ohohohoho, Tie! Do you know that hottie?"

Tie's face falls: "Unfortunately…yes. She's my…!"

Purple eyes search in the crowd and then when she recognizes her brother, a wide smile overtakes her face, she runs in his direction and throws herself at him: "Little bro!"

Everyone screams in surprise: "Brother?!"

Bralette hugs his head against her voluptuous chest, almost choking him as he tries to release himself: "I missed you a lot! You've grown so much!"

Finally, he gains the strength to push her, making her fall on her behind with a whine: "LET GO!"

He glares at her, while he feels a menacing aura coming from her newfound fan club.

She sits up and tries to say something, but all of a sudden there's an earthquake.

After it's over, everyone gets up and runs to the window where there is a huge clown-like creature that was destroying buildings with its sharp claws.

The angels nod at each other, jump out of the window and sheath their weapons: "Time to repent, motherfucker!"

As Speedo and Tie shoot it with their pistols and rifles respectively, Socks tries to slash his arms, however, the enemy kept healing itself.

Slip gets Bra's arm and says: "Bralette, we should go to a safe place, they can handle this."

The red-haired girl smirks and slides her bralette from her dress: "No sweetie, you should. I've got this."

She jumps out of the window and throws her piece of clothing in the air, that spins in the air, turning with an ebony scythe thrice her size. She spun it in her hand and rested it on her shoulder: "Oh well, souls don't reap themselves."

As Slip sees this and realizes that she has another badass classmate, she gushes with stars in her eyes: "Oh my God! That was so awesome!"

While they fought, they started getting tired because the monster didn't stop regenerating itself. Bra which sat on top of a streetlight got tired of waiting and stood up: "Looks like I have to do everything in this world."

She ran to them and as the monster reached for Tie that was reloading his rifle, Bra jumped and sliced the monster in one slice, turning the scythe ten times its size. She fell gracefully in front of it as it vanished.

Her eyes turned into red and she opened her fist, where a scarlet flame laid. "Ohohohoho, someone was a naughty boy when they were alive, huh? I think Hell will be perfect for you."- she opened a black portal on her left and threw the soul inside it, that closed when it entered.

The Anarchy brothers are surprised except her sibling. Two coins fall from the sky in front of them and Speedo asks: "Hot and badass. You have to tell us how you did that, sweet cheeks?"

She threw her scythe in the air that by falling turns into her bralette once more. She puts it back on with her hair in front of her breasts so that nothing could be seen, yet the angels blush while her brother turns his face: "Have some decency, for God's sake!"

She chuckled at her brother's innocence and looked at the angels.

—Oh, that's quite simple. — shrugging, she smirked and answered with her gleaming purple eyes, as on her shadow appeared a mantled skeleton with a scythe — I'm a reaper.

-Chapter I End-