Shade- Thank you to those of you that reviewed and gave me name ideas. It was really hard deciding… actually I haven't decided yet but I will at one point, der.

ENJOY! -Scary smile that scares small children and pregnant women-

Small children and pregnant women- We're scared

Chapter 4: Hello, my name is…

There they stood, frozen in the warm air of Koenma's office. Waiting for the first movements of the reaper, each one frantically looked from one side of the room to the other trying to see a body, a shadow, anything that might give away the location of this evil woman. Nothing. Her body, no where. Her shadow, it was the whole room. Nothing at all was giving away this girl's position, because her presence blended so well with the rank, and dark surroundings. Her aura was perfect for such an appalling atmosphere, and she was taking advantage of that perfection.

"Hello," echoed throughout the depressed room. After such a long silence, the entrance of sound in everyone's ears frightened them. The voice they heard was in such an eerily way sweet that it scared them to believe it belonged to the one and only grim reaper. It sounded so young yet so aged, and experienced. It scared the crap out of them.

"What? No greeting? For shame…" Her voice rang out and bounced off of the walls. The room seemed so dank, and abandoned with her in it. No sound at all besides her own voice, dripping with sugary yet bitter at the same time.

"That's an interesting form for you Koko…" She said again. No one even ruffled their eyebrows in wonder of the nickname from fear of what she might do because of their movements. Of course they found it amusing, but what was happening at the moment wasn't really an amusing scene.

"I must say, you are quite handsome…"

"Who are you?" Koenma asked, surprisingly, to the voice in the dark. He stood sort of shaky, he was still afraid to move as was everyone else since they didn't know what the girl would do, plus the fact they were mentally and physically paralyzed from fear helped a bit too.

"What do you mean Koko?" The voice asked so innocently, yet still a little confused as to why Koenma had asked the question. Don't say he'd forgotten about her, had he? She wasn't enough of an impact? Of course she was.

Your voice, it's-" Koenma paused in slight worry and took a gulp to clear his throat, "it's not the same one as before."

"Same as before? Oh, how stupid are you?" She said with a strange charm behind it, sort of mocking him. "It is me, the grim reaper…"

"It can't be…" Koenma whispered.

"Well it is. My voice has changed drastically for one inparticular reason. You see, I couldn't get out of Limbo for free. So, in exchange for my freedom, I gave up my natural voice for a more normal one. I must tell you, the process of which it changed was quite painful, though worth it… I hope…" From all she just said you could tell she wore a smile on her face at the end of her speaking. I wonder what her natural voice was like. Probably one of those voices where you hear it and you're instantly killed unless you have special powers. I guess they were lucky that she didn't have it anymore.

"They took your voice?" Koenma asked with a hint of sympathy in it.

"Yes, the second object of my being that I held dear. But to get what I wanted, something had to go…" Now the conversation was seeming more real than before, less scared and awkward tension between the two. They seemed to be talking with each other as if they cared for each other. No one else dared to speak a word, not knowing if they would corrupt the newly lifted pressure in the room. Although, the others did have something to focus their attention on away from Koenma and the reaper, and that was the warm feeling around their necks.

Yes, the angel figures were starting to warm up in the presence of what was making them activate. Soon their power would spread to make the area of it so large that it would force the reaper to leave. That is, if she didn't notice them first. As she breathed her freezing breath down each of their necks, they only prayed that they would work.

"Are you going to reveal yourself or just stay in the shadows?" Koenma asked. With every minute that passed by he felt more and more safe for no reason at all. He stood, trying to stall her long enough till she would be trapped within the room because of the angels' power. One thing that they had an advantage on was the fact that she couldn't see them, so she had now idea and it was only a matter of time.

"No, I feel like waiting a bit longer, you know, just taking in the sight of old office. Boy, I haven't been in this room for years…" She continued on.

"Yes, sorry not much has changed."

"That's all right, I like it the way it is. Hm, it seems idle chitchat has overcome me. I never thought that would happen with you Koko. I really should get back to the reason I came. I've waited near a century for it so why am I slowing my pace down so quickly now? When you're right in front of me, just waiting for the inevitable…" Her voice suddenly got caught in her throat. As the darkness retreated to the deep corners of the room, a thud was heard near the far corner, where it was the hardest for the light to reach. Everyone, with the instant change in temperature and the departure of that chill down their spine, spun their heads toward the space. All they could see was a black figure with a long black handle protruding from under the dark cloth. Long black hair was sprawled out around the cloth like the legs of a spider that seemed dead because of its lack of movement. Looking down around their own necks, the guys could see their angels were surrounded in a deep abyss of darkness that was held together by the lace that rounded their necks. They didn't know, but an invisible force was keeping the reaper away, where the only safe place was in the corner. No one dared to move. They only stared at the figure as if it would blow up if the air around it was corrupted by movement. Next, the girl started to move.

Everyone formed a lump in their throats as her head was lifted from the floor, though her hair still covered her face. She didn't seem to be hurt, she didn't seem to be anything since you still couldn't depict any emotion yet. Then, she took her hand and put her waist long hair behind her ear. She had a glove on her hand and she curved it around her ear and placed it softly back onto her scythe. In the still somewhat darkness of the corner, her eyes appeared to be sunken in, as if they were not there at all, and the only thing that was filling them was pure shadow. You could also see her thin and pale lips form a perfect line across the bottom half of her face. They revealed no anger, and they revealed no joy. They were neutral. Slowly, she turned her head toward the rest which caused them all to stiffen up. She stared through each one as if reading their souls. She got through each person till she finally landed on Koenma. She took the longest time with him. She could tell his soul had changed since their last meeting, it had more skeletons hidden within them at the very bottom so no one could find them. But she would.

She formed a mini smirk on her face and rose to her feet in a floating motion with no use of her legs. Her scythe was still on the floor and she opened her hand so her palm was facing it and it quickly rose into her hand. The light shone off of it and glared everyone in the eyes. They could tell that she still had a smirk on her face and her straight black hair flowed almost to the floor. She cracked her deadly fingers that were hidden by her gloves before she spoke.

"I know you have those same angels as before Koko. They won't work now, I took the time to learn to resist them. They just caught me off guard at first." Everyone, including Koenma didn't answer her, they were too surprised and shocked that the grim reaper was standing in the same room with them. She would've looked so innocent if it weren't for her evil glare and deadly smirk.

"How?" Koenma asked in marvel of the way she looked. Exactly the same, just the way she was meant to be.

"I learned many things in Limbo Koko. That was only one of them." It was now that she took the time to actually look at the other people in the room, look at their physical bodies and see what their features were like.

"Oh pardon me, I am so rude. Hello, my name is Zlyana." She reached her right hand out as if she were going to shake their hands, even though they were too far away to touch. They still stared at her oddly happy nature and her smile that showed to be pure, but was really evil with a disguise.

So, it has been a hundred years since Zlyana, the Grim Reaper to the worlds, roamed among the living and the dead. With every possible precaution, with every security available, she was too strong to be contained in one space. Soon, she would reign again, and reign rightfully she would, in the spot that originally belonged to her. She would prosper in her own work again as she used to do, and she would be happy. Happy to destroy the world.

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There you go! Thanks for everyone's ideas, it was really hard to decide between all the names but Zlyana, or "dead beauty", seemed to be the best fit.